I don’t normally see the purpose of expressing opinions on blogs, they can read like a tiny voice shouting into an abyss. However, a question has been pressing on my mind for a few days:
Why do I write?
I do not write for money, or fame or critical applause. I write for you, my reader. I write to speak to you from far away in space and time. I write to speak to the reader yet to come, the person hopefully sitting reading my work a thousand years from now. I write to say that I once felt as you do now, I too once breathed, laughed, cried, hurt and strived.
My writing is my cave painting, my graffiti on the wall of time.
I was here.