ok let's have a second go at this...

i was writing about how i seem to have difficulty writing anything that's of any worth nowadays...
and i looked at what i had written and got so turned off i deleted it all...

so here we go again...

yes... it's rather like living through a slow onset of dementia... just that hopefully it's a two-year stint that i can recover from...
i wonder what my efficacy with the language seems to have dissipated into... i wonder whether my skills of analysis are still as sharp as before...
and i remember how it felt like to be eighteen, on the verge of the world... and now i'm a year older... and suddenly on the verge of the world isn't such an enviable place to be...

but then i think that as another year passes i'll hit my second decade...
and i sort of like that idea...

i think as i approach the end of my teenage years the infamous teenage mood swings come into full blast again... an encore performance right before a nice blossoming end...

it seems like a weird time to stop and take stock of life now...
but life's good...

i suppose one day i'll be as sharp as i ever was...

can one lar...