There have been times in my life I have written in order to express, to share, to talk about things, and on rare occasions, to get a discussion going.
But lately, I’ve begun to sense a tendency to withdraw, as if my being was preparing to hibernate, as if all my energies are directed inwards. Any call outwards seems more like a disturbance rather than an invitation. I would rather just sit my room and write, thank you, and I’m not too bothered about who, if anyone ever, is going to read it. Dangerous tendency, that of forgetting the readers.