I have consistently, through the brief time that I have been writing,
pursued a way to write almost endlessly, without lax. seems to me that the
depth of subject in expression itself is sufficiently unclear which allows
one to write almost effortlessly (in a way), without the need to go
elsewhere to seek subject. i mean what can we say about the trees or the
clouds and flowers but speak our own desire to speak through them or have
them closer or see them newer each day. i consistently have tried to
approach my writing in such a way that scrapes away the "gap compulsion"
that tends to make stages and backgrounds in my own thought. after all i
see the world as my own thought and therefore need i make a stage out of me?
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