Recently I have lacked the will to write, except when compelled by violent emotion. This entry is an exception, of course. I don't see myself ever becoming mad enough about not frequently updating a virtual webpage when there are other siphons of my time. Activity in here must be done so willingly, also. But my inability goes further than that.
 You may have noticed that there was a portuguese text added to one of the directories, and that the way the website handles .txts, or the file-to-website transcription, makes it so that it can't properly handle accentuated letters; it is somewhat of a mess, that one file, and I frankly coudn't care enough to fix it. It is still redable, only that it now takes effort, nd w'r n strngrs t rdng thngs wth ffrt whn w rlly wnt t d s.
 This has been me. I'm still here, I remain, and I won't ever let go of this experiment completely unless I set writing aside, instead of everyday thinking how I could be writing something productive instead of doing absolutely nothing creative. So, as it stands, not soon.
03 february 2020