i am leaving this place. after whole five years i am finally moving out. or, to be honest, there should be no "finally", since the place was never bad or flawed in any way.
i've come to dislike writing because it is too obvious. whereas what i usually tend to express is so fleeting and abstract that it inevitably becomes distorted in the process. so in the end, what i write hardly ever corresponds to what i actually feel or think. and when i reread what i have written i immediately want to denounce it, as if it's not mine or not at all true. writing has simply become another failure. and i am tired of failing.
i miss your articles. i think a lot of us do. i fell in love with your stories even before i knew you.