THE SLEEPY CROW
that one time I wrote a lot
2025.07.10
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For a weird stretch of time a few years ago, I fell into the habit of writing every day. It wasn't a ritual with a set time or place, it wasn't planned at all, it was just something I did. I'd pull out my phone wherever I was: in bed, on a bench at lunch, on the bus, it didn't matter, and just start writing whatever was in my head.

I had a lot to say back then. I wrote about people -- how humans interact with tools, how the internet influences our way of thinking, and my personal life -- my childhood, my relationships with other people, my plans for the future. I wrote about anything and everything that crossed my mind. Everything I saw felt worth picking apart. Writing felt like the natural thing to do. More than that, it felt like what I had to do.

And then one day I didn't write anything. 

I don't remember why. I'm not sure there was a reason. It was maybe a week before I'd noticed that I hadn't written anything since. It just stopped. 

It was a random thing that happened for seemingly no reason and probably won't happen again. Just a blip on the radar.

I keep thinking about that time, those few months where writing was instinctive, almost involuntary. I kind of miss it.