Everytime I see a blank page I feel a sense of guilt. I feel it is mocking me, mocking my inability to think of anything original, of anything new to write down. So I just write, nothing important, nothing special, but the page becomes full. Words march down the page in no particular rank or file, no order but there are enough of them to fill the blank. Then again I feel guilty for not writing something meaningful, for not trying to change the world. Somehow. For following my vanity and using the page as a mirror, look at my writing, isn’t it great, isn’t it different and special? I like it, why don’t you?
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