Can’t remember the last time I wrote anything. And now my very own blog, hmm… Infinite space to write endless rubbish. My only concern (and all my blogger friends who expect anything of me, beware!!) is that having attempted linguistic calisthenics, I’ll find my expressive skills woefully arthritic.

I don’t mean to write anything that’ll be significant to me or for society at large, or anything that’ll be of use to anyone.

So why such a wasteful exercise? I’m hoping that the act of writing will itself be cathartic in confronting my fears and myself, in general. For isn’t it true that the self tends creep up in writing despite attempts at suppression? Therefore, in self-interestedly manipulating language, I’m not looking for a progress from trashy to sublime prose, but rather for fluency and fluidity in writing trash. I’m addressing the act of writing itself here, and not necessarily its substance, and hoping that effluency will give me the catharsis I seek.