We (writers and artists) are chaotic beings, even the most logical and steady of us. We leap from thought to thought, idea to idea. We are constantly reminded by something outside of our normal existence and experience to go onward, look around, go deeper inside the world we encounter. We are, by nature, overtly (obsessively?) curious. This is a good t…
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