Many a great artist has sacrificed their time and their life to contribute to the arts, to creation, but is it worth it when your relationships with others slowly dwindle and you find yourself comfortably alone?
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Iroh Legoman
Okay, I like the premise and the grammar was surprisingly good, but the end threw me for a loop. I don't understand this venting you go through. I do it myself mind you, but from the way you did it I feel lost in a spiraling black. It was good, if that was what you were going for, but I don't understand, where did the desk go? what about the papers? Is he falling into a deep abyss where he will never leave?
So many questions. Too many questions. You should answer a few of these becouse if you don't than you will confuse your reader like you did me.
4273725 During that entire last paragraph, he is still sitting with his head on the desk. It is all happening mentally. It is basically saying that he finally accepts he is having problems and becomes depressed. Sorry if I confused you, but I tend to have a very metaphorical diction.
No, I knew it was metaphorical, I do that stuff all of the time in my stories, but what confused me was the images of a swirling vortex of despair and I guess mostly everything in the last paragraph
4273765 Yeah, I know that I got a bit confusing there. It makes quite a few references to a paragraph earlier on and stuff.
Maybe this will help, read this paragraph, and then read the last paragraph that is confusing you again.
(Rereading it:)
One would think it would be Salt Lick City
4355174 Perhaps. No use in changing it now though.