by erodal

are we tired, yet, of four hundred pages to prove a paragraph’s worth of philosophy? a character must live, a world must breathe, and your single, sad idea is neither parent nor child nor any part of the living art; but still, ideas should be found everywhere, like flowers in a field, like corpses on a hill, everywhere in the world, and on the tip of your character’s tongue, like they are in this sad world.
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