why does one not write ? It's a very very good question isn't it... but one which has no easy answer, or perhaps there just is not point in answering this.
between the nameless formless darkness of the undefined present and the vision of having it out in words, there is only a painful feeling that something must be said, if not for the benefit of the onlookers, then for oneself. Naturally the second person even may have zero interest in what you write...
so the question finally is.. why must one at all write?
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