So you feel the need to write.
Yes, yes I do.
Why?
Why do I feel the need to write, or why do I write?
Those are the same thing, don't waste my time.
Fine, ok. Because I see things and I think of them in terms of how they would sound written down, and I tolerate things much better when I narrate them in my head. If I can't put words to it then I can't grasp it and I feel the need to grasp things, more now than ever.
But you can't finish anything.
Don't you think I know?
You write out little scenes and then you give up.
Yes.
Because those are the only things you can grasp.
Hm. Yes.
Do you write for other people to read?
I told you, I put things down in writing to give them the gravity they deserve in my own head. That's all I can do, I'm not going to fake an understanding of things that are out of my reach for the benefit of other people.
But you read what other people write, you respect that, you respect it above all else.
Only when they're writing what they understand.
But you don't understand it.
I'm not trying to, I just like the way the words stack when someone knows what they're talking about.
Sometimes you understand it.
Yes, sometimes I do.
What's that?
Heaven.
Do you think your life would be a failure if no one ever understood you that way?
A bit, yes.
Do you think your life will be a failure?
A bit, yes.
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