I have had a hard time prioritizing writing lately. I’ve fallen into a kind of melancholia distinctly characterized by a borderline feverish desire to escape from the same mind that is holding me in a cage. Writing has seemed far too present a task for me to partake in. This isn’t new. I generally go through periods of maniacal writing, followed by peri…
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