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the new manuscript started in poland and picked up more steam in London. Now I am 50 pages in. It is about the eye. A battle between the eye and the ear.

i want to be.

Try to language my way back into my body.

Words make us conscious.

I wanna be less self-conscious.

Both alcohol and writing make me less conscious.

Writing is the better obsession!!!

not because it is healthy.

I mean who knows if it is healthy.

Just a better option.

And I need that kick, that energy, that rawness, that feeling, however short-lived, of creating some small space in which I can recreate.

Reading, writing, awareness, art.

That ain't no freedom speech

It's the real thing.

There is stuff happening below capitalism and careerism.

check it!!!


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