I am a pretty late blogging convert. Increasingly, I find too few spaces for ‘expression’ of any kind, except something that’s crassly commercial. When I come back home from work and see the pathway littered with neon-lit billboards, I feel stuck in the city. But am no romantic and going away from the city doesn’t help.
I am not actually talking only about billboards, if you get what I mean. The billboard phobia is just symptomatic.
What I am talking about is just a lack of space. There’s something that I also observed in myself: the need to talk, to discuss, to observe something beautiful around you, to connect.
But I guess there’s more to why I am here than just catering to a personal need. Will discover it along the way.
And I just hope to God that I am regular.