lørdag den 28. december 2013


Writing is hard. You're afraid of the terrible whiteness of a blank page. Every word wringed out of your desperate, twitching imagination emerges warped and twisted (those mean the same thing, asshole), empty of substance. You line up the words like soldiers on parade and march them off to war. You make ridiculous metaphors that feel pretentious and slightly offensive. Good job, you.