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  • Writer's pictureChoo Choo
    • May 18
    • 1 min read

Super perfundo on the early eve of your day

Suddenly half a year has gone by. "You'll write more," you tell yourself, greeting every day with a promise that "Today will be the day I start on that story/essay/novel" and every day the same ending, a promise unfulfilled.


Is it a lack of inspiration? Motivation? Failure to launch, arrested development, insert-your-choice-of-pithy-cliche-that-has-been-coopted-by-a-romcom-and-or-sitcom? My mind always circles back to that line from "Waking Life", my favorite film when I was an insufferable pseudo-intellectual teenager: "Which is the most universal human characteristic--fear, or laziness?"

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