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I am challenging
myself to engage
in form. To fit in
this self-construct
-ed mold, the one
I’ve inherited from
my father, and his
father before him,
to swallow, become.

And then I break out like I’m on the verge of insanity.
And then I break out like I have no family to care about.

In an episode of Mindhunter, Tench convinces his boss to keep their work going because “how do you get ahead of crazy without understanding crazy?’

Or something like that. Point is all writing is madness anyway. A world which no-one else can see is reserved for the province of children.

And as I type this
I realise that I am
not truly as free
as cigarettes are
to people who have
lost control of every
thing in their lives

Cigarettes are a horrible motif. They’re a horrible symbol. Their symbolism has long been expended. What can be said through the inclusion of cigarettes? Nothing.

Again, another province of naivety.

All form is pointless outside the province of the mind.

All insanity in the
province of the m
ind. All insanity in
the province of the
mind. All insanity
in the province of
the mind. All insan
ity in the province
of the mind. All in
sanity in the prov
ince of the mind.
All insanity. All
imagination lost.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.

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