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Sometimes I do actually read what I write and I fucking hate it. I hate the pictures I take. I hate it all because in a secret place I’m proud of it. And then I wonder what’s to be proud of? Syllables strung together like christmas lights? Bullshit? One word wonders? Fuck all this. The last time I got this fed up with my hobbies I packed it all up and gave it away. I walked up to you and handed you a big bundle of photographs and said, “Here. I don’t want this anymore. They all look at me and I’m sick of it.” And then I didn’t have to give a goddamn about it anymore.

The only thing that’s different about writing is that when you give it away, you wonder if people read it. And if they thought it was good. If they “got” it. I think they call that Kafka Syndrome.

 

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    As self indulgent as it might sound, this describes me far more than it should. And that’s slightly pathetic.

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