I used to write a lot.
I have not written much in a very long time. I used to write about what I hoped to achieve, what I had achieved and what I was about to achieve. I would write essays and I would stories; as much as I hated them sometimes I would write poems. I don’t know why I stopped. It was never because I didn’t have anything to say.
Actually, thinking back now I do know why I stopped writing. It was because people started reading. People I knew started to read and instantly the candor and honesty disappeared. At that point there is no reason to continue.
But now I know no one is reading, because there is no one left. So here we go again.