oi.

There are not enough hours in any week to devote to myself and all my pursuits (save one). I've been suffocated and quick to exhaustion for several weeks now as uni and work at work slouched onward, but now they are finished.. well, at least for the former. Finito! Fertig! 停当! I must say I performed better than I expected for my first paper, but I must have overestimated myself and the second paper, because I am now expecting just a low distinction, or even a credit at the minimum - hopefully!

None the less, my weariness has not blunted my spiralling desire to see and do new things, or learn new things, or, really, learn everything that can possibly be learned. Today, I woke up at 7 and now have just completed The Great Gatsby. I now have 1 less, and 6 more books to go!

I haven't posted this way for the last years or so because I cant bring myself to speak. Truth be told, there hasn't been anything inside me that needs to be said for awhile now -- nothing worth ink or kilobytes. But here's a tentative plan, at least. To start from scratch. To write a word, then a second, and finish a paragraph, and feel like my life isn't a dismal parade amongst the much-too-many, leading off a cliff, to drown in the sea, forgotten.

So, to begin, I have begun to write fifteen minutes on a single word prompt; another fifteen on another prompt; and another again, and again... whilst remembering to breathe deeply....