Failure to Communicate
This is a post about being overdue on writing a new post. The circular meanings of this orbit around themselves silently, waiting for a clear outcome of resolution. An entire article written to replace three basic words: I. Am. Here.
Occasionally it happens where we find things that prioritize, and things that distract. Sometimes they do both. Sometimes they do neither. And the accomplishments amount to whatever you can logically point your finger at the quickest. “Did you write up that article you were supposed to write?”
“Oh… I didn’t, actually. I have other things I need to get done right now, I’ll handle that later.”
Later comes, stands by your desk for a moment, taps you on the shoulder (which you brush off like the small annoyance that it is), and walks away quietly, glaring at you from the corners of its eyes (if Later had eyes - I’m not exactly sure). You don’t realize that even though Later will stop by again, it won’t be as pleased with you. Each visit returns a darker look, until eventually…. well, I won’t tell you what happens then. It’s far too gruesome. You can only imagine.
So now I shall reveal the purpose of a pointless post. The article of no meaning, the wit of confusion and banter of a lonely poet yelling to his empty audience… now I will show you my cards.
I have, with some degree of success. Written something about nothing. Or, about the act of not writing about something at all. My intent to both teach and fulfill my own desperate quota of writing an article as often as I dare. Shall I reach 52 this year? I dare say I will, with some effort, and with rambling bits of garbage such as this.
My lesson to you? That you can, within the span of 8 minutes and 32 seconds (which is how long it has taken me to reach this point *here*) write a blog post. Less than 9 minutes to push an entire week’s worth of Later’s away from my desk. Because now, I can get back to those priorities and distractions I mentioned earlier.
Are you still reading me?
