I know, I know, I promised.
And no, promises are not made to be broken. I mean, they wouldn’t hurt like fiery torment if they were. This is why I’m really sorry for being gone for almost a year without as much as a decent goodbye. Although, I did try my best to write, and it was quite a disappointment every time I didn’t get to. Promises do hurt like hell when broken, especially ones made to one's self.
But, rejoice, oh patient one! Dayeater is back eating his days again. It was a very long ten months indeed, long and tiring. I couldn’t even remember half of it. Everything was a blur of chalk and paper, and falling over dead tired. But if I do remember, I promise I’ll try to write about it. At least to make up for my going AWOL. Again, really sorry.
Blogging after one of these long hiatuses feels like having one of those bizarre dreams, you know, the ones that are so wonderful or scary that after you wake up you’d scramble for pen and paper to write them so as not to forget. When I'm finally able to write again, I feel like I’m dissecting my blur of a life, sorting out each moment, remembering each detail, finding myself in the edges. It’s like looking at a half-polished mirror, and seeing yourself clearer.
Anyway, it’s good to come home. Thanks, Minna-san.
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