Kumite. Kumite. Kumite.

I used to blog often in my free time.

Then not so much.

Then I stopped altogether.

Maybe I lost interest.

Maybe blogging fell out of fashion.

Maybe I was burned out from my day job (which was, among other things, blogging).

Maybe I got old.

(No, I will never get old.)

The grey stuff shrunk within my skull. Ideas turned into whispers, and then echoes.

I became the discarded exoskeleton of my former self: imprints of features, but no squishy goo inside.

It wasn’t living.

Anyhow, this is just a placeholder until I figure out some real content.

I am not Jean-Claude Van Damme.