It's odd, the things that we once gave such pure, intense focus and devotion to for months on end. Then suddenly the wind shifts and off we go on a new track. And for far too long, these earlier interests or passions sadly fall by the wayside and recede to the vast recesses of some hoarder's crawlspace in the brain cloaked in heaps of the other things in my skull. . .
— the occasional glance, at best. Yet it somehow lingered in my mind, this piece of unfinished business. Even while we are forced to live in the immediate, some strange pieces of the interrupted passion that has been invested in an object we focused on awaits our return from far away.
- Johnny Depp 2020
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AN: His first will be in an indefinite hiatus. Irrelevant I got dumped, and I'm alright. I got into DnD and found a wholesome group to cope with my loneliness haha.
What I'm trying to say is. . . I lost my passion. I have become a specter, a mere spectator of what once burned me enough to consume my sleepless nights.
And that's okay, maybe in months, weeks, or years, I'll learn to live again, enough to be haunted by this once passion project. Maybe then, I won't be as fearful of rereading my own work as I am of haunted mansions, ghosts, skeletons, blood, and guts.
with heavy heart but full of love for fellow readers,
kitkat