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A Blind Spot in the Mind's Eye

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creation inner inner-voice obscure the-real-you

Circa 2010..
If you ask me what I'm looking at when I see this piece, the truth is... I don't know. I'm so far removed from his thought process now that I look at it and have to wonder. I have a number of these fragment--sketches I was calling them at the time-- in my backlog. Like most of these, this one was doing a sort of dive right in sink or swim approach that appealed to me then. I was a fan of the idea at the time that while the last few lines would speak for themselves and could be a closure, the story itself stays open for my return should I find a clue of where it would lead. 

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