Why do we write?
Backs bent and with aching hands, we toil underneath a blistering sun.
Nov 7 · 3 min read
The act is one of creation. Of immortalizing thoughts that would otherwise dissolve back into the void. As you sit down intending to write, at times your mind goes blank.
Then snippets of conversations, random facts and thoughts begin to coalesce. Drawn together without any apparent…


