I’m convinced the thought that fills my mind most of the time is just a complex of reactions to the strange world I’m living in. Creative urges struggle to redirect my mind to what I don’t see, to what might be. I want to deal with what’s possible, not wallow is what’s already taken place and left its ugly mark.

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