CLICK, CLACK.

It is indeed a charming sort of feeling to look back and graze over old lives, stories, moments, memories. The egregious span of time between that which was present then and that which is present now brings out the literary longing in me. Life, I daresay, overstepped my anecdotal mind, leaving it tired and festering by itself, unwilling to scrape together three minutes of typing and wit and cynicism.
I seek to change that, I think.
Life and all of its many-faceted components have left me...speechless.