I think sometimes
That this is how Jane felt.
Isolated and alone,
Crouched in the bushes
Observing, never interacting,
Watching others communicate
But lacking something in herself
To do the same.
If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works.
-John Dos Passos
Friday, October 5
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