Hello old friend.

Writers are known to take brief breaks, in order to delve back into the world of the living, and neglect for a small moment the world that spills out of the tip of one's fingers; though no less real, this world is not as tangible or as ultimately satisfying, in my sensation-driven existence. 

However, the break I have taken from writing for purely egotistical purposes such as this one is neither brief nor explainable. So I shan't try and justify it, and I certainly shan't try and shorten the past, as both of these ambitions seem as dead-end to me as my desire to learn to play a new musical instrument (perhaps I'll come back to this soon). 

What I can explain, right here, right now, is the purpose of this blog. Because the truth is that this blog is not meant to be read. On the contrary, if you read it, you'd be doing it a mis-service. It is to be written. Which writer, however hopeless, however obnoxious or tireless, writes in order to be read? If they do, they should be shot ink at from the top of their pen. For writing is a purely egotistical experience. I realised this a short while ago, whilst I was doing some freelance journalism for an increasingly popular online travel journal. The purpose of the writing wasn't for people to really glean useful tidbits to aid them on their journeys of discovery. It was to prove to myself that I could write for money, and research thoroughly enough for an article to be respectably objective and coherent. Of course, the fact that what I had written from my Parisian living room could perhaps be of use to an American tourist travelling through South America gave me infinite joy, but that wasn't what got me behind my computer every evening after a day at the office. 

And so there is no non-egotistical reason for me to write this. I'm just going to do it. Because although I'm still Claire and I still make half-baked observations, I've seen and lived and felt a fair few things since I left Mexico and wrote my last blog article almost three years ago. But I haven't quite moved far enough in my life, for my liking. So by writing this I'm going to try and get moving even more. By 'moving' I mean learning from the things I live. Because there's no point in doing things if they don't make you do better things afterwards.