N once said to me, if you don’t open yourself up, how can other people find you?

The hidden rationale behind my previous silence was Wittgenstein-esque. If only you do not try to utter what is unutterable, then nothing gets lost. But the unutterable will be — unutterably — contained in what has been uttered. Language can’t exhaust human heart, probably not even human experiences. But, it’s an honorable battle.

So am I blogging now.