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So life has been pretty much meaningless lately.
I thought I'd just let that sentence linger awhile as it did in my head. It has almost sapped my will to go on (typing) but the whole reason I'm back here is to try & get my brain working again so that I don't feel like a corpse going about my daily business.
I would ask you to forgive this stream of consciousness style of writing but fuck you.
I got the idea (or should I say I was reintroduced to the idea) of keeping a regular journal by Bram Stoker's Dracula which may or may not be a steaming pile of shite. I'm very much hoping that each of the protagonists' general chauvinism & their severe overestimation of each other's moral character is intentional to show how moronic & naive they are but the longer the book goes on the more I believe it shall continue to be a tepid pool of wank.
Ye Olde Writing seems to me to be much like Ye Olde Acting in that many defend it by claiming that things were simply different back then & the only difference between the performances is that styles have changed over the intervening decades but alas most of the performances are simply bad. Objectively so. I will concede the point that actors had to do things differently in silent movies as they lacked the medium of sound & there is some weight in the argument that the early "talkies" were filled with similar performances due to the transition but yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. This argument has begun to bore me.
In truth nearly everything bores me now. Most things merely occupy me rather than engaging or entertaining me but I am trying very hard not to fall into the mistaken belief that everything is shit. Don't get me wrong, many things are but my lack of interest or excitement is mostly down to me. I'm barely even paying attention to this as I'm typing it & this is probably reflected in how dull it is to read.
Fuck nuts, starting again.