Quick Summary

So, a quick summary of what I had written in 2022:

1. 0 poems posted here
2. 76 essays/rants posted here
3. 0 prose/stories posted here
4. 1 NaNoWriMo winning entry available here
5. 0 pieces of compositions/rearrangements posted here
   

And thus the grand total here is 77 articles, down from the 414 articles in 2021.

That's an average of 0.211 pieces of writing a day, compared to 1.134 last year. 2021 was an anomaly, and so having 2022's rate at whatever it is falls in the ``back to normal'' category more than anything else.

As always, much happened in 2022. The world was still reeling from the whole nonsense that was COVID-19, but the second half of the year in SIN city started to become increasingly lax and almost to the point of returning to something that resembled normal. The only big things that would give things away were the mask mandate for public transport use, and for those who dealt with food and beverages. Those in the hospital were also required to wear masks beyond that of regular medical interventions, but they were less likely to be seen out in public that way anyway.

As for me, I'd been steadily getting back into the groove of working. It was almost as though the years between 2015 and 2021 never really existed. As the year went on, I felt almost as spry as when I returned from my studies in the US for the second time, though inexplicably armed with experience that seemingly came from nowhere.

The sourness from the abrupt end to what I thought was my ``forever'' relationship is at most a passing memory---there have been many days that nothing of that sort passed through my mind.

And almost like what happened back before 2015, my skin had started acting up again. It is a blessing in some ways---with shitty skin that cracked and felt extremely uncomfortable, the last thing I felt was being all sexy and confident in wanting to date and/or settle down with someone. So it helped me deal with the social isolation and other related weirdness in an off-beat sort of way.

In many ways, 2022 was like an extension to the personal break I took in 2021, except this time I was being paid by someone else instead of me. That said, it did not mean that I was grifting my way through---real work with real pain was done to justify getting paid. Unlike some people, I simply cannot just take money without actually doing anything---it feels wrong, and I do not like that.

2023 has already started, and with it comes yet another new season. Let's see what the future holds. I have not abandoned any of my writing, nor have I abandoned my life, but definitely things have gone on a completely different trajectory than what 2015 me would have thought/imagined.

As a parting shot to 2022, fuck you COVID-19, fuck you and the pestilential horse you came on. May the likes of you never return again in my life-time and other life-times to come, and may the lessons that you teach us to simultaneously curb our hubris and to celebrate our incredible good fortune in planting the seeds of your demise through decades of exploratory scientific work resonate throughout the generations as a counterbalance to the absolute shit-show of short-termism as modern-day capitalism demands.

Amen.