I am reminded of Memoir of a Geisha.
No point of writing to anybody. It's like that I don't see progress.
No need to make sense beyond simple logic.
Keep on writing even though there is nothing significant for me to write anymore.
I guess, this is he end of quality writing.
What do I care? I am operating from the point of no return, exhaustion snd fatigue.
Plus I can't dee!
I am drunk and you are insane
Who going to drive us home
- Jallaluddin Rumi
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