It has been a long time.
If you care you must have wondered why that is the case. Where has K been?
More importantly, what makes him come back?
Depending upon how well you know the nincompoop, not in person, but through the tales, if you ever gave it a thought that is, you could say that it’s the diminishing creative juices and this is a desperate attempt to squeeze any remaining mojo, or may be it was a heart break and the heart has healed now, or may be the broken heart conjured up the tales and the inevitable has happened again.
Does writing create a void or fill one?
It doesn’t matter.