I have over 300 pages of material written down, all spewed around. Some of it anachronistic, some of it feeble, some of it sublime....and yet, most importantly, an idea that is incomplete.
Like us, it's trying to go somewhere, but going nowhere.
An ostrich. A bird trying to find its wings. Burdened by its own weight and proclivities.
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