The sky glowed soft with ink incandescence. Hand over hand, I poured hour after hour of work into an insatiable maw of need within me. My singularity devours inspiration and validation; objectivity and empathy. Every complex formula and permutation; each idiosyncrasy and motivation.
Reduced and compressed to an utterly simplified solution.
Hopelessness and impotence.
10:01 p.m. - 2015-05-19
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