I shall try again

I wish I could say that writing is completely foreign to me. And reading. My life would probably be easier without Kafka, Murakami or Kundera..

Oh well, let’s just see how long this blogging stint lasts. I highly doubt it helps to arrange my thoughts although this was kind of the reason I decided to take on writing again. In the form of a blog.

And I’d love to add that it’s easier to delete a blog than to burn a personal diary but then again  I’m reminded about dear Snowden and every possible institution snooping after us and I’m again very close to not continuing at all.

Alas, we shall cross that bridge when we get there.