I know all the rules but the rules do not know me and I count on that.
The things I aspire to do may make me into something more or may teach me something new. But either way, I shall write on all of them as I morph.
And when I do write, I write with an audience in mind. But there is a peculiarity to it. The audience is a future version of me and me alone. My writing is an illustration of all-consuming thoughts from my life at certain periods of time. That’s what I want to read now and that is what I know I will want to read in the future, so that I can indulge myself to learn from history or be condemned to sadly relive it.
Because like Falstaff says here ,
“In the season of butterflies
no one mourns
The lost caterpillars. “