The ocean calls for my blood.
The shelves obfuscate, spiral mountains defictionalized.
Augmented lighting in a segmented room, fragmented mind.
What do I want to write? It's an excellent question. I long to expand my ideas. I'm a man of concept, and I want to flesh this out.
But every time I think of writing, I think of inventing a fictional protagonist who shares a quirk or two of mine. Because I feel like I've got enough Author Avatar protagonists. Jordan Eats, Rapture, DCA. There's a lot of focus on me on the internet.
..but then again, that's to compensate for my life, which hasn't had much focus on myself, has it?
Come on, Jordan. You're an attention-whore. Freudian Excuse or not, it's who you are, and you don't feel comfortable changing it for the world.
Embrace it. :3
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