This is my purge collection. A jumbled, garbled mess of emotions that needed release. All the frustrations of seeing the future diminish and vanish in so many ways. All the bitterness I’ve carried around since my childhood and which I am now making a conscious effort to shed in order to move ahead. All the cynicism life has taught me, that I so desperately want to unlearn but don’t seem quite able to.
I am turning 30, and because of that, I decided to put the remaining few months of my 20s (spent during a lockdown) to good use bringing some measure of order to chaos. I am reading through all my fragments of writing, and dusting off all the projects I never got to finish.
The pieces in this collection are written between 2016 and January 2021. Some were intended for an essay collection I never got to complete. Some were simply fragments of thought. Some were intended for a short story collection I also never got to complete. And some were poems I didn’t really have a plan with. But they all pointed in the same direction. And so, they deserve to be published together.
With this, I conclude my 20s and a whole host of unfinished projects, so that I can start fresh. Whether my head is up for the whole “starting fresh” challenge remains to be seen. But at least I’ve cleared the path.