I have some pieces for my-notes that would be, in many ways, much better than what I’ve been posting lately.
But I can’t write them. Or, at the very least, I can’t publish them.
And this is fantastic on the one hand, but a sort of curse on the other. Who knows, maybe one day I will, perhaps in a less direct way.
It might seem sad, but it’s actually the opposite: when some of the best parts of your life can’t be told, it means you’ve lived through some definitely interesting experiences.