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Sometimes I wonder why I write at all. Certainly not for algorithms or applause. I search for honesty and despise compromise. When I write, I am truthful. But when I speak, I speak in compromises. I talk to someone – maybe they listen, maybe they understand me, maybe not. So...
It happened casually, almost by accident. A voice, a sentence about a fly in the margarine. So banal it could easily have been missed. And yet that was exactly where something began that had long seemed out of reach: a conversation. Not a planned one, not a forced on...
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