Manuscripts and Flames

When ideas fail

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We stand together, our faces pushed against the icy wind coming in off the ocean. How brave, I consider, to go where he goes, his last cry faded within himself. I know everything there is to know about Bart, so ideally have I written him down, and so easy did he come to the page. Our conversation is profound and ancient. Writing is a pitiable business, dedicated to creating scoundrels, fools…