* Fuuuucking hell. Nope, you can't wait out creativity, it'll never come. Gotta do something, start it, even if it's the worst time of all. Imagine you'll get better at it. The internet is distracting and terrible, and your life will be sucked up in the depths of reddit and youtube for all time.

* The notion is to write. To write without anything holding you back. Without anything in your way. Perfectionism and fear of critique are the most dangerous ones, the worst ones. To let go and dive down from the cliff, plummet down into the endless black imageless void. If anyone could do it, everyone would. I'm not sure if I can.

Even so, I feel compelled. To... do something. This deep sense of unsatisfaction, that I must desperately achieve something. A gnawing, aching desperation. Or the denial of your own mediocrity, the slowing down, the fermenting of your stagnant thoughts, the reaching out and never catching.