Recently, the pressure has been overwhelming.

I took advantage of the Steam sale to check out a lot of games and bought "Fort of Misery" and "Specter Society," but I couldn't really get into them. Maybe it's because I don't have to think too much when playing Gal (probably because it doesn't require much brainpower).

My drafts folder is filled with several articles that only have an opening paragraph. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I suddenly sit up, turn on my computer, and stare at the blinking cursor for three minutes before quietly closing the laptop again.

Perhaps it's time to accept that life can grow a bit mossy, just like accepting that some storylines don't need to be forced forward.