My mind looks like a giant Gothic mansion with many rooms, full of many things.
Some rooms are well ordered, bright and clean and warm. Others are dark and cold and fill with unspeakable things that are covered with dust.
It is also filled with people that constantly whisper to me, or scream, or sing that that song over and over. Some of these people help me write by telling me their stories. Some of them distract me with meaningless crap from the Internet.
Plus there is that guy that always wants coffee...
Some rooms are well ordered, bright and clean and warm. Others are dark and cold and fill with unspeakable things that are covered with dust.
It is also filled with people that constantly whisper to me, or scream, or sing that that song over and over. Some of these people help me write by telling me their stories. Some of them distract me with meaningless crap from the Internet.
Plus there is that guy that always wants coffee...
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