There's been a block for a while lately. Maybe because I lack that divine inspiration. Or maybe it's because I deliberately shut it off. But now I've begun to revive that story I started seven years ago. Candice and Billy are an interesting pair. They're similar to Ithaca and Erasmus but Candice and Billy are more real-world and I want to keep things tangible. Ithaca and Erasmus are more of Heaven and the metaphysical and that's too dangerous for me right now.

Do you understand? I guess you do, but someone else doesn't and says I should shut all of it off. Damn that. Can't he understand ever that words and I are inseparable? He thinks we should be like oil and water. But we're similar to each other in that way anyway. We're two separate things but joined somehow. Maybe one day we'll be separated but you know it won't be like that with the Art. That's too engrained. There was no joining there. Only birth. Like siamese twins joined at the heart. You kill one and the other dies. But if you had a choice, which one would you give up? I almost gave up the words but realized that that's impossible.

Madness brings sanity occasionally, and sanity Madness. I'll take the sanity of Madness and not its counterpart. At least then there's something to show for it.