All my life I've looked at words as though they were an escape from the fiery storms fuming inside me. Words for me have always been empty boxes in which I pack little bundles of my chaos, and take them out on a piece of paper.

Embellished with curves and tittles, they are then rediscovered by a wandering mind, stirring ideas in their new found home!

This is how words play their part in sustaining the law of ever-increasing entropy.

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