Perhaps you, dear steemian reader, share my sense of occupying a vacant space, a place of whispered dialogues, words spoken with caution, pregnant with still-simmering as-yet -unexplored contradictions?

Is there any other space there is to occupy, to circumambulate, while wondering what and how and when and.. most of all.. why. Is there something that is not born out of a contradiction?

Or, in other words. Yes.
Glad to have met you on The Writers Block.