from the archives: spilled ink

“Some people write to feel, some people write to heal, some write to remember, some to forget, some people even write to fall in love. I write to make sense of the incomprehensible chaos that saturates every fold and crevice within my brain and permeates through every part of the world outside of it. The disorder and confusion expands to fill its container, like a noxious gas. And my fingers flying frantically over my keyboard sublimate some sort of meaning from the complete and utter absurdity of it all.”