CALL ME BELOVED

The oppressive amount of ads on Livejournal.com have moved me to search for greener pastures.

A brief acquaintance once said to me that “Writers write,” which I to this day find vaguely profound, even though it seems a completely banal and trite thing to say to a young man looking for advice. I’m trying to be wary of my growing cynicism, since everything I write and encounter seems trite and banal. I must learn to write for the sake of writing.