So let's say I'm writing this one just to get to number 50. I'm thinking maybe to change the layout a little, even throw a little imaginary party when I get to number 52. As if it matters, as if creativity will flow again and items will stream weekly. Did you ever think about laziness? Some people say it's another word for fear. So what is my fear here? Not having ideas? Not writing good enough? That no one reads it anyway? Don't know, maybe all, maybe none.
I don't think people really understand me, my writing, these items. It's even a bit funny (in other words; sad). Maybe even romantic, in a way. All these messages and questions in bottles, floating down the river, heading nowhere, unhurried, waiting for the right one to take them out, open them, one by one or randomly, carefully read the old words, thoughts, feelings, fears and doubts with thrill, understanding, sympathy and astonishment. Then head her bottles up the river...

Anyway, I can say I haven't given up yet, still searching and waiting..

Good night