What the fuck is this?

I write apologies once in a while as a writing exercise. The exercise being in essence, structured free writing. I write an apology before I start working to unglue my mind.

Because they’re not planned in any way (or revised, or proofread), they echo largely whatever is troubling me that day and are shaped by whatever book I’m reading. Some are good, some are garbage and some don’t qualify as a use of language.

Here they are, bare naked thoughts.

You can touch me gingerly on the shoulder at @KananGill