words... the less the better.
then why am i writing this? because i want to speak with someone but have nothing to say. and not much curiosity to listen.
because if i delete this writeup, at some later point i might have this warm nostalgic feeling about it: once upon a time i wrote something so sweet and deep, oh... had only i kept it!..
or if i don't delete it, at some later point i can have a conversation with my younger self... that is, now i am speaking with my older self, and then my older self will be listening to the younger self. a mild delay but still - gratification of communication.
win win. the only loser is you, dear reader of this blog, stuck reading this. fortunately tho, no-one reads this, so you don't really exist, do you?
