Or How I Realized Two Weeks Ago That People Are Not Nice And Are Essentially Dementors With Human Faces
People are so interested in knowing someone else’s future plans. Especially if that someone is a person experiencing a midlife crisis where everything is nothing but senseless chaos with no tangible beginning and no visible end to it. In other words, an engineering student in the third year of the undergraduate course.
I have a pretty good reason for not posting this month.
You see, I did write a few articles but had to delete them, because I have now succumbed to the problem of this age. Continue reading
Writing is a difficult task. Especially if you’ve resolved to write once a week. I have been writing at a decent pace, when I consider all the work being dumped.
Up until the week of the Interstellar review, I made sure that I did something, or observed something that I could write about. It is actually easy and nice to write about something that you were a part of. But last week, I learned how horrible it is if I run out of things to discuss. Continue reading