I've been really into these rambling posts lately.
Unaltered, unabridged, unedited. They're somehow more genuine. But they're
quite inaccessible. Difficult to read – a pain, an effort. You have to work
through them to find any meaning amidst the ramble. And in some ways they feel
a lot like any of my thoughts, sitting within a world waiting to be discovered
but mostly unnoticed. But there's something to them – a subtle, hidden
substance somewhere behind them – if you know how to look.
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