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I feel like patchwork. I feel like a big, wide question.

I have the creative attention span of a flea: Always hungry. Always jumping.

I want this, I want that. I wonder, I brood, it seems like I can never settle.

I said it was an experiement, right? But then there's this inner curator who insists that NONE OF THIS STUFF MATCHES. WHO ARE YOU, ANYWAY.

So I have to trick myself into letting go. Be enthralled by that creamy jade color. Create now, curate later.

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