Current mood: Automan
My creative centre from an external viewpoint, recently, is a black void, which light doesn't penetrate. I imagine the boundries to be round like a scientific flask. Although, it appears empty, when I plunge my hand deep inside, I always pull something out. A sentence, an idea, an image or a fistfull of shit. When will I be able to see inside, again?
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