I have not been in the mood to write much of late. but I thought I should post a few notes just to prove to myself that I remain moderately alive.
The reasons for my lack of interest in recording my thoughts are too complex for me to understand, much less write about. I suppose there’s a hint of depression in here somewhere, along with boredom and renewed focus on mortality, mine and others’.
Among the issues I cannot find the energy and creativity to write about are these:
- The decay of humanitarian values
- Love and its pretenders
- Spirituality and its non-deist companions
You see, there are so many things to think about and write about. But in the end, no one really cares much about them except “in the moment.” We are creatures of the instant, caring little about the past or the future and not a great deal for the present.
I am overcome, sometimes, with emotions that flood from me in ways impossible to describe or explain. Tonight is one of those times. This past week has been one of those times. I try to engage in banter, but fail miserably, leading anyone with whom I’m interacting to conclude I’m either stupid or distracted, possibly both. Self-interactions say they’re right.