Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Voice

This void-lashed gap in the body of my written expression has, it's easy for me to fear, stolen away some foundational core, some essential, crucial distinctiveness with which I have wrought all my prior apices of prose.

Well, possibly not, I suppose, if sentences such as that one canter so ostentatiously forth the moment I make as if to doubt myself.

Thank god. For a moment there, I had a spot of nerves.

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