On running and writing essays

Lately, I’ve had trouble writing.

I wouldn’t call it writer’s block. It’s more of an I-Don’t-Want-To-Say-Anything-To-Anyone kind of thing. I simply lacked the motivation to spread ideas and stories beyond my cerebral cortex.

I thought about writing fiction, but in the current situation where my country harasses my wife’s country — which I can’t help but be a part of because of my embarrassing passport — writing lies (which is what all fiction is) feels like a cop-out, escapism, a cheap attempt at hiding from reality behind a thin blanket.