sometimes i treat my mind as a factory that produces the commodities of insight. i pressure myself to produce something profound, something valuable and i do so with such urgency that only half truths come out- truths packaged in sensationalism or obscurity. but just like in capitalism, these insights eventually deteriorate when confronted with reality: anything produced in carelessness is bound to unravel.

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