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| Illustration by Büke Schwarz |
On Trusted Inspiration
The things that inspire
me, the ones that work, that I return to when the page wrestles for
blankness, are things that promise comfort. And comfort, for me, are
stories.
Stories flatter. It's
beautiful. It's beautifully biased realities that offer comfort, that
fuel me. Other people's dream machines fuel me. The noise, the sound
of them huffing and puffing, sings my ego to sleep. So, I can take
the leap. It's theft. I am a legal thief. I steal comfort to create
blissful illusions of my own.
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