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The impulse of the writer.

January 21, 2010

“I wonder which is preferable–to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you’re depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin–everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone–and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?

I carry no brief, for better or worse.

Loose Lips Sink Ships, said the wartime poster. Of course the ships will all sink anyway, sooner or later.”

–Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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