Forgive my marked lack of eloquence in this circumstance. I find myself at a figurative standstill as I look back, being pleasantly overwhelmed, at the year that was, and that came to an unsurreptitious close. I may have been flagrant in the calumny of all things crass and kitschy, often too indignant and swift to contest, and for that reason, must have been the unintended cause for my inacuity on exploring something as ubiquitous and pedestrian as an annual conclusion. For to even attempt to condense, distill, nomenclate, classify, and order a whole year into an entry is just as, in my opinion, foolhardy and delusional as me foregoing caffeine. So I shan't.
To be more precise, there is a n enuresian thirst to illustrate the plethora of vertiginous emotional somersaulting I encountered in the year that was, ungraspable by the grit and savoy of prose. Now, to find a place to begin is just as daunting as finding the appropriate flourish by which to conclude. Since my writing methodology lacks neither order, pattern, rhythm, regularity, discipline, nor sometimes sense, thus method being inaccurate as a descriptor at all, to examine with unceremonious procession across my entries would be a disservice and blunt oversight on momentous moments that have occurred, and were left undocumented, whether of my own volition or circumstantial dispositions.
