Breaking point
I'm trying unsuccessfully to write some fiction about the sleepless nights I'm having these last few days. I can't write more than 3 lines. The visceral part of the experience doesn't let me go with fictional escapes, what is at stake is the body, the men which I am becoming. Imagination, which once once defined me and my writing is showing its limits, it scares me. The tiredness of several nights of not sleeping stalks me.
I'm trying unsuccessfully to write some fiction about the sleepless nights I'm having these last few days. I can't write more than 3 lines. The visceral part of the experience doesn't let me go with fictional escapes, what is at stake is the body, the men which I am becoming. Imagination, which once once defined me and my writing is showing its limits, it scares me. The tiredness of several nights of not sleeping stalks me.
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