There's a reason all the ingenious recluses are
glorified only after they've passed. If it were any other way
they'd burns their books, paintings and art, before the world
could even get a glimpse. We've all had a taste of this.
Because when we're here, sitting in our rooms, writing to our
hearts content, we don't hold back. Cause what's the
point of holding back, when there's no consequences, no
judging, and no being made to feel inadequate?
