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Ambiguity and the Pursuit of Overdue Rent
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Writing is a strange thing. It’s one of those extremely rare and yet at the same time extremely common things in life that is essentially non-linear. The more you push on it the more it pushes back on you. The more you force yourself to write, the more difficult (and likely to turn out absurd) it becomes. It seems that the only constant with these illogical nonlinearities is the aptness of the moment. When the time is right, it just comes to you. No explanation or analysis is readily apparent, necessary and can even be detrimental. Even more baffling is the fact that, when this condition is present, the most difficult thing to do is actually resist the spirit of that instant and NOT write. |
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