So, it has been almost 2 years...

To put it simply, I found myself without a muse of sorts in the past two years; I found that I hadn't the need to write various ponderings and reflections in prose or poetry. But, I find myself, not two days after my University dedications are officially over, period, and in the early hours of a Thursday morning, feeling that same feeling of fevered reflection and psychological isolation that has prompted myself in past to write. I thought for a while that this was a form of venting for me, a therapeutic model that

And so, that is what has happened, a short piece, by the name of 'Decompression of Time', which is very much a reflection of my current predicament.

This past year in particular has been particularly difficult, but in a way, I'm a bit depressed that it has ended. I can hardly say that I'd like to repeat some of the experiences of the past year, due to the sheer amount of stress and conflict involved, but to be honest, there is much I will miss.

As was my forte, I'm being quite cryptic about all of this, but to be fair, so much has happened since that extended journal on the eve of 2008, and I cannot truly even summarise it if asked. I have battled ailing health, complex tasks, strict deadlines, and personal and interpersonal conflict, yet I find that I remain standing, and all the stronger for it.

This coming year will be... unique, in the sense that I'll be hunting for teaching jobs, which means more sociological or sociopolitical prose works may replace the previous trend of going towards purely unstructured poetry.

Consider this a partial return to active-ness on dA, but I am unaware of whether or not it will last.

SK