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Have you ever worked on something so intently your vision blurs from hours of concentration, you're peripheral vision tricks you into seeing shadowy figures move across bedsheets as you're struggling to fall asleep, you obsess over every imperfection not only in what you are creating but inherently in every other aspect of everyday living. Simple acts like sitting with your legs crossed or walking to your car now seem like actions that must be planned out and blueprinted in detail before the act could even begin to occur.
Have you ever made something so great, so painstakingly meticulous and thought out, something that with every minute alteration came anguish and second thought, something with an infinite amount of effort and peril, that when it's finally complete and someone is offering you enough money to retire on Pluto for it, all you really want to do is set it on fire?
I feel like that a lot.
Have you ever made something so great, so painstakingly meticulous and thought out, something that with every minute alteration came anguish and second thought, something with an infinite amount of effort and peril, that when it's finally complete and someone is offering you enough money to retire on Pluto for it, all you really want to do is set it on fire?
I feel like that a lot.