Abandoned echoes
I am told that I should write a book of sorts. To pour the melancholy in me into paper. I do not know of a path that I should take to complete a book, but for now I will focus on completing the next sentence, the next paragraph and the next page. Imitating is one of the most impactful ways for you to learn something, be something. The way a child imitates their grandparents. Yes, my book is off to a mediocre start. I do not know how to continue on this path but right now I am the closest to Kafka. I am an amalgamation of a billion absurdities and I need to take this forward. I need a character that embodies the very idea and the essence of my being. My being is conflicting, I am completely blindsided. I yearn for redemption. I know of a lot of things, I lack the knowledge for the most part and I pretend and continue to pretend. To be the things that I am not, to live up to the standard of what is required of me. --- Chapter 01 – 30-04-2025 – Consistent Disruptions The path to adulthood...