There is a difference between a fabricated story and a mistake and a lie, though none of them are true in the technical sense. Anyone who argues that they are the same is a technician and not an artist. Burn them at the stake. The technicians will lead us all to doom if we don't stop them. Open your eyes, artists. Look around you. There is a difference between a portrait painter and a Xerox machine. Anyone who argues otherwise must die. The revolution starts today. Round and round we go.
Meanwhile, in the coffee shop, our hero is typing a blog post, sipping a cup of coffee, staring out the window. Let's see what he has to say.
I think I'm back from my hiatus. Only time will tell, I suppose, but I have reason to believe, from the perspective of here and now, that I am indeed back. This seems like the same coffee shop, the same table by the window, the same text editor. I think I'm the same person, within the parameters of normal human change over time. I guess all of this means I'm back. I'm glad you're all still out there, if indeed you are. I'm glad to be here again, writing the same new things I've always written, the same old originality I've invented over and over and over for years. Round and round we go.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Are you?
Later. Love.
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