It was a dark evening, cold and wet. the rain had been beating down heavily since the dull, dark afternoon had collapsed and given way to the solid blackness of evening.
I sat hunched over my tablet, with only the glow of the twin monitors to light the room. Feverishly, I slaved over this page, regarding not sleep, nor health, nor hunger. It was madness of a sort, I suppose. An obsession, a fixation, a driving force that served to hold back the vestiges of even greater imbalance; The creative thoughts were better spilled out on paper and screen than locked up in the asylum of my mind, jostling among the crowds of ideas for dominance.
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