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| The Start of it all. |
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| During work construction of a path, I took the photo. I had a thought, a thought of romance. |
I have no sexual orientation to the object.
From the thrill of trying to make an interest out of nothing. The first thought was Terry Pratchett, golems within his fantastical world. I was thinking, why don't I try my own romantic writing expertise and experience to breathe life into something that is mundane. To make a relationship into something fantastical and a construct that makes it work.
Perhaps it's with the loneliness of the digital age, that there has to meaning and entertainment within a parasocial relationship, to make something a ghost than reality.
When one is in solitary confinement, one must develop relationships with other things otherwise they'd go insane. This is a reflection of that. Was all of this a happenstance of all this?
The calling of creativity. Don't know if it's going to work, which is part of the deal.