Tuesday, September 27

Train Travel (4)

Sometimes, my work requires me to ruin people's perfectly good writing. "Sentence fragment," says the automatic grammar checker. Yeah, so what? It's a beautiful fragment. Not everything in this life is whole. Very few things are, actually. All we see are icebergs, facets, never what's underneath, never from all sides. I try. I overthink. Overthinking is treated like a bad thing. They might make a disorder out of it soon. Underthinking is fine. Don't google that. You may discover it's plagiarized. I think I've read it someplace, but I can't remember where.
There are no more original ideas. Everything has already been said.
I am but a piece of myself by myself.
... to the end of the world ...

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