Self-criticism is
necessary. Confronting
own illusions, own
blind spots.
Like the ceaseless
act of writing,
infertile creation
for sake of creation.
Just because I can
shouldn't mean I
must, that I should.
What good does it do?
It gives joy, yes.
The illusion of achieving
something. But the seed
sowed never grows.
18.06.2024
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