Limbo

Fig 1: The waylay had geometric integrity

Its a dreadful prospect-vacuous yet monstrous, placid yet stormy- writers block. I never get the motivation and inspiration to write because the I get this writer's block before I ever start writing. By far the best way I found to counteract this block was to face it head on, to write about it with a faint hope that I will get something fruitful out of it. I mean movies like Barton Fink, 81/2 and Adaptation played along with this block. Effectively for the past one year or so I was in a creative limbo: diffident,confused and troubled. Well here I am now :).

Life at college was not easy: procrastination, indecision, blitheness ; all proved costly indeed. I noticed pathetic fallacies , tried to read Nietzsche, did crazy stuff, tried to make sense of the prevalent rat race; conditions were generally overcast. All in all, being an introvert in this environment was not easy that too with very few people like me to talk to. There are only so much thoughts a mind can handle, by talking they go to the cloud and it will come back to you; without it you will have no content worth writing in a blog: especially when its a comeback post.

I regained interest mathematics and the sciences. How could I have ignored them ? :-/. I became a fan of typography. In front of people who were not that into fonts, I revelled in shouting Helvetica at every logo I saw. Taste in music hardly changed. Culinary life hardly changed and had an on off relationship with my body fat.