I’m running out of words
I’ve had an incessant writers block. It’s the sort of writer’s block that is caused, not by a lack of writing, but a lack of ideas that are new or exciting. I remember i would think of something ridiculous and wonky, and write it down, now that doesn’t happen. I wonder if that’s part of growing up, understanding that the brain has limitations and that everything I know, I have already found out. Then again, what would that mean? That would mean that humans are finite beings, cut off from the boundless knowledge that is set in front of us and made concrete by the age of 20. Maybe I just need to drink more caffeine.
