Another phenomenal piece of writing. A style and level I most definitely aspire to attain, if even only half. This reminds me of the existentialist concept of angst. We are forced to make decisions throughout or lives, and when something causes friction in that process, it can lead to suffering. Even if it is our stubborness and internal dissonance that causes that friction. I did a rough draft graffiti that was almost cliche. It said "My artist mind would rather stare at the depths of the abyss than a blank piece of paper." So true. I would rather be locked in a small dark room (I have mild claustrophobia) than have to gaze mindlessly upon a square of bleached wood pulp. Trying to fill that negative space when your mind has so much inspiration, thoughts, and randomosityness (one of my weird words). What a nightmare. This could not have come at a better time. I haven't written for a few days.