And so it is, or more or less, in this situation that every time I think about writing and then it stays like that, each one in their corner (me in my corner and the blog abandoned, in this case) and nobody enters this subject. Paraphrasing Aécio Neves, and he said this a lot during the elections, “unfortunately the truth is this”, I don’t have anything left to write.
I no longer have the patience to try to be funny with everything, time gave me too much shame to talk nonsense just for the sake of talking and this dries up the source of inspiration for postings like the Cantareira reservoir is now.
I also, curiously, don’t have the patience to talk about the things I read the most, technology. By being something that I am ALWAYS reading, I have no desire to write about it, because it would be more of the same, someone already spoke, I have no need to reinforce my opinion in essays of more than 10,000 characters. And to express unsolicited opinion, there’s already Twitter.
I could have taken the cue from the World Cup to talk about soccer, but I understand very little, almost nothing, besides really not caring about it outside the event period. But we had the elections, right? Yes, the first one I followed in a decent and conscious way as a good citizen, so no, I don’t have the background to think that I can register my opinion on the internet, for this there is the “share/share” button on Facebook (and the trend of the moment, the long essays).
Writing meta texts like this are also a hassle and something that no one in their right mind should waste time reading, let alone writing, but who knows, if I don’t write this today, next week or the following week I would end up in this same position.
And so, without means nor resources, without any meaning and without any conclusion, I finish this text without knowing what to write about, but with a very clear certainty: I wrote.
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