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April 25, 2012
Leaning into the hard silence, capturing what might be considered the last place on earth where solace could be found as the viable teacher for the decaying arts of communication still throbbing for attention, loudly gasping for life on the desperate thinker's crumbling fortress of mind, seared by the infections ensuing the halted courses once pursued as the means to obtain a modicum of respect or proper foothold on the climb toward becoming aware of being alive in the furious crucible of creativity, it is not so much the fear of taking charge, but the fear of losing the idea.