Where was I? Where are you?
I am struggling right now to make a post. What even is this thing? A blog? A virtual journal? A poetry space...? No idea. No idea at all. I used to think alienation is just part of a philosophical school of thought, or some outlook you develop after being heavily inspired by Camus or some dude you're ought to say their name in their native accent. You know, just to earn the club's approval. Turns out, life is alienating on its own; not because you're isolated and have nobody to connect to, but the things you see taking place are too bizzare to fit into your perception and for you to process them as real. I don't know, I am not planning to make a smart entry. I haven't been feeling so smart lately. I just allowed blankness take the most out of my mind, for good or bad cause. I don't feel the urge to share what I've been doing in my life lately. I like to think some incredible things happened, or maybe I just met some incredible people. I've mainly been