I have been precrastinating about posting something, and in that midst of that existential angst I flicked through all the draft posts that remain half-written, littered across the breadth of my blog's history. There is some interesting stuff, amongst it all, and some utter tosh too.
I don't know why I never published the interesting stuff, they seem as perfect a reflection of the time and place in which they were written as the rest of the published posts. I guess I will never know.
And I am still procrastinating.