Part of me writes these things with no intent of ever sharing them. Most of them I never do. Part of me does it simply to practise the act of sitting and writing then putting it to the side, part of me intending to look back over the books of rambling scribbled thoughts I keep in the box for ideas and inspiration, but part of me is unconvinced they’ll ever come back out the box. When was the last time I was fully convinced of something? Part of me always holds a modicum of do