A Year. A Dirty, Filthy Year.

[fourstrifes]

Nothing reveals my humanity more than to write. To appeal to another human being with pithy words, laden deceitfully with the pretext that we must live, painfully dredges into view the vestiges of hope and expectation and desire. So I stopped writing.

And when I stopped writing, I became afraid.

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[root_fu]

Write now!

The power of artistic creativity compels you!

[alurarose]

To write is to extend the arms infinitely to grasp the stars. I am alone in this world of lonely people. Anonymity is a shield and a fortress to which I warmly invite you. There will be tea and little cakes with raisins.