Like I've said before, there are so many reasons to write or to throw something out into the world. Today my ventures are like the lone survivor clinging to a piece of his broken ship, his desperate grasp at life before being dashed against the rocks in one of Poseidon's best storms. A little dramatic, but then maybe that's part of feeling melancholic - the dramatic, the performance, the identity in it.
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