To me writing often is an act of listening to, stealing or manipulating already existing chunks of language. I don’t really consider myself a writer, and I am not good with beauty. I like it, when things get messed up, or even fucked up. Sometimes these wonderful clashes happens in language that I could not have imagined or generated on purpose. I guess I love everything about writing except the writing-part. So I try to figure out other ways of generating text. But of course, I write as well.


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