The four Why's and one Timing
Why... Why are you here... Why on here... Why me... Timing
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If I owned a typewriter, and it could speak, autonomously, with the voice of Geoffrey Rush, using a spacial awareness to detect my presence as I pottered aimlessly from wall to mirror to dusty window, it would say; “You write and write and write, much of it immeasurable, indefinable, some of it unreasonable and a smaller portion… okay. You do this …