Carte blanc

The availability of a big blank canvas now scares me. It used to be a nice medium that allows free flowing expression, espoused in words aplenty. Now, this beautiful canvas has become a forbidding chore. Filling it up with sensible writing has become an insurmountable task. Writing at length has become a forgotten skill. The human mind, when detached from long chains of thought for too long, actually can forget how to create, relate and concatenate the various ideas into a cogent and coherent narrative. We decay as a people.