I'm sleepless in Beirut. One, two, three, checking. Tuk, tuk, tuk. Is it on?
Everyone covers their ears.
*whispers to the other* Can I address the audience directly? Isn't that against, like, you know, every law in literature?
*whispers back* Are you Tolstoy? This is a blog. Chill. And after post-modernism, you whatever pretty much do can want...
Clears the dust off the screen and keyboard. Ahem, ahem.
Seeing that today my life took an unexpected turn, I am at a loss, at a crossroads, at the start of ten thousand possibilities. I am at a loss for words. I feel like I'm driving towards a 7ejez, a road block, a writer's block. I've always been driving myself, writing for myself, but 10,000 miles, 10,000 passing views ahead, I can't help, but want to go further and take you along with the journey.
Where would you like me to take you? Somewhere old? Somewhere new? Somewhere borrowed? Somewhere blue?
My indicator is on, blinking...