Well I worked at that post and WordPress ate it. 15 minutes of work: gone. In summary though, to make up for lost effort. This is my first time truly following through in my ever procrastinated desire of blogging. To truly define my identity, or at least struggle to find it, in the medium of writing.

All the while trying to lessen my pretentiousness, by constantly realising that it does not equal wisdom. My late effort to blog is because of a recent difficulty I experienced. Well, aside from lost draft (such pseudo-beautiful words will be remembered,a story never told the same way it could be…), is because the passing if my grandma.

That word, passing, is such a restrained way to connect with death. A thing I wish to rarely experience.