So, reflecting on why nektros has been lying dormant for 12 odd months, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really shouldn’t even be scraping ‘flying fuck’ on the care meter.
Firstly, to go on in a manner which makes a tiny bit of sense in context, despite an unfortunate bit of narcissism, egotism, self-preoccupation and oh-damn-syllable-abuse-I’m-doing-it-already being involved, I have to mention that I’m an insane perfectionist.
Of course, that’s why this site’s alive again.
But of course, all bloggers whose majority of posts extend longer than the first paragraph of this one – that is, sans breaking lolcats and insert-savvy-4chan-reference-here – are capable of being batshit-inspired when it comes to the written word.
I tangent.
Simply put, over the next few days, I’ll be posting about the factors behind nektros’ recent hiatus, nee hibernation. And succinctly, for once.
Though, really, it already comes down to this – reality shifting coping mechanism.
