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It’s someplace between… poetry and prose and something utterly impossible to grasp for others, it seems. With regards to its purpose and aim, I totally get what I’m up to. It’s a vision, I suppose. A clear-as-crystal vision for me to create what I do hope will get to become, for more than a few people anyhow, unputdownable work. Yeah. It’s… searching for a break in the usual line of sentence. The more detached from the norm, the much more scope I am able to give myself with time. A novel? It’s not in me. I don’t have that style of writing, and I do applaud it, but it’s a totally different thing. Why artists? Why musicians? Why is it often than not about people and their mindset, etc. Basically because, well, it was bound to get rather, shall we say, deep as be damned and owing to my own personal experiences. But I don’t see it in any way deep at all. I’m just smiling hard whenever I get to scribble anything again. That’s it. A family friend told me recently that he saw it as though I had created an ocean of work. Something of a living, breathing monster of literary sorts. I told him, simply, it’s a tiny thing of personal space inside of my head. That’s it. Let it be an ocean, but I’m well prepared to turn an ocean out there into the calmest thing in my head. Outside noise, and I did have to take it from somewhere and to get to a style of scribbles. And for that… I’m hugely thankful. The words are a rather automatic thing right now, which is definitely helpful