The winds of change are blowing steady, and I find myself hoping for a catharsis worthy of Aristotle. A true purge that originates deep from within and accelerates the healing process.
One that expels all pity and fear; more honorably than with tears.
Besides well documented benefits, the cathartic effects of writing and creating feel necessary to me once again. And here, a somewhat sub rosa location, my chronicles and poetics shall exist.
A shy j’accuse.