Excuses.
by Savage Innocence
I have high doubts that anyone will ever read anything I write, and that is actually fairly comforting. It pacifies me largely because I think blogs are a medium that tend to encourage self-indulgent writing and I genuinely don’t believe that, at the age of twenty-nine, I have enough perspective to say much about the world or even my own experiences in the world. This conclusion is exacerbated by the fact that I am still an naive and desperately clinging to the roots of past idealism. My perspective is, of course, skewed.
Thus, I am not sure anyone will notice my temporary quiet and, despite the fact that I created this blog as pretty effort at procrastination, I won’t be posting new writings until I am finished with the uncommon horror of law school exams. I recognize that, in my third year, this is likely inexcusable.
But, please anticipate essays on disparate and unrelated matters in the near future.
I lied about this slightly. But the poem just came.