Sometimes the the urge to write fades and I, like others, lose that spark that makes you want to describe each pitch in detail and eek out the emotion of it all. An explanation to this can be found possibly in the way that we can report almost instantaneously, even from the crag, it makes the build up of information and feelings much less likely. I don't sit at home with a dam of thoughts, the walls have long been cracked each time I post a photo or update a status. I'm not sure whether this is a negative thing, we are all connected still and some of the loveliest bits of writing I've read recently have only been a sentence long, the words needn't be drawn out if they hit the spot. I feel in awe and somewhat jealous of those who can write during the silly season.
I've been at the Cornice all summer, where have you been?
See you when Summer ends.
- Luke Passer