I realized I haven’t done much writing in the year 2009. Well, don’t worry, nothing has untoward befallen me, except maybe falling in love.

It’s true to a certain extent, that there is no art without angst, but I think being in a state of bliss produces a different kind of art, a type of art that doesn’t need to be seen by the whole world, an art that only has one audience.

I hope I’m not prattling on about some incoherent concept.

Anyways, thanks to a certain Mr. Neil Gaiman, this song is stuck on single loop in my head.