In nothing, there is everything
From the Blog aishaq7 [image: thinking] There is nothing, really, to write about. Even though most around me is new, I lead a humdrum existence. I'm in a new place which doesn't feel new. The amount of work I have seems to increase slowly and secretly, as if some cruel hand places more parchment atop my pile when I look away, as if ink of an aeonian nature silently forms the contours of thick words. And then, when my gaze does return to it, it feels as if all this has always been there. That this is the way it has always been. The only hand is mine and the only ink is the one that seeps from my pen. In the quotidian commute that is my life, I try and look for something that will compel me to write, to tap into myself, to stay in touch with myself. My mind, my capricious thought process, will forevepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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