Dusted off my typewriter this week. Quite literally.

Returning to the cut-up process feels like a ceremonial homecoming. A re-initiation. A ritual re-awakening.


It's the one creative pursuit I've maintained across the years. A singular constant spanning detachment, anxiety, disappointment, joy, beauty, significance. The unexpected places. The eventual settling. And now reaching into the unknown, unstable future.

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