I don't usually ask myself that question. Never been that philosophical. In the end, we're here. So at the most have a good time, and at the very least get massively cynical and capture the inner monologues on something like this, if not for posterity than at least to laugh at later.
Words are like a sandbox for me. (This is, in fact, the segway to a metaphor. You can get used to it, or get gone, cuz I do this A LOT.) I can make whatever the hell I want, talk circles around an idea and make no progress building anything of substance, or get serious and sculpt together something clever that I can be proud of. Here, the former is highly more likely.
Only with words could I consider myself 'free' while writing constrained in a little pixelated box. Words are cool like that.
If by now you have realized that this first post was going to be awkward no matter what, and that I really just wrote it to screw around with the formatting options on this thing, then bravo. Welcome to my world.
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