Monday, May 23, 2011


It's 11:32 AM, and I am looking at a blank screen.

I feel like the empty sheet of paper has been romanticized in American literature.  It symbolizes a new beginning, a template from which one can start again from; it also can symbolize frustration, a lack of creativity, a absence of thought.  For me, right now, it symbolizes me being tired and writing a strange blog post.

Why did I write this?

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