Distress Signal
Hello? Is anyone out there?
Hello, are you there? It's me, Maryam.
writing a personal blog is a bit like looking in a mirror isn't it? No, not just looking but scrutinizing yourself; practicing your poses, pinching those saddlebags on your thighs. Writing a personal blog is like standing in front of the mirror in your underwear. A changing room mirror in a department store. With the doors wide open.
I don't mind people looking in.
I just haven't felt like looking at myself lately.
hence, the hiatus.
maybe I'll start over. maybe i'll start fresh. maybe I'll sit in a big chair and wear a shiny hat.
maybe I'm not there because I'm bloody Bob Dylan.
maybe, you're not there.
Hello, are you there? It's me, Maryam.
writing a personal blog is a bit like looking in a mirror isn't it? No, not just looking but scrutinizing yourself; practicing your poses, pinching those saddlebags on your thighs. Writing a personal blog is like standing in front of the mirror in your underwear. A changing room mirror in a department store. With the doors wide open.
I don't mind people looking in.
I just haven't felt like looking at myself lately.
hence, the hiatus.
maybe I'll start over. maybe i'll start fresh. maybe I'll sit in a big chair and wear a shiny hat.
maybe I'm not there because I'm bloody Bob Dylan.
maybe, you're not there.
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