One Hundred

This is the 100th post on ALKM.

It's hard coming back to it. It's hard when I try to remember what it felt like, before the long silence. For months now, I have had the desire to work, but not the motivation or the means. Perhaps the desire is not pure enough? Not honest enough? Or perhaps the desire to work is subservient to the will to do so and the fact is, the will is a magnificent machine so easily corrupted by fear or sloth or perfectionism.

Perhaps it is a mistake to consider these things as separate sins. Perhaps they are brethren, each one leading into the other, each one feeding the next, an ouroboros for our modern age.