"Once upon a time there was a little boy - a bastard of heaven and earth - who lived on the moon of childish imagination. His body was ageless, an eternal physical presence throughout the realm of humankind's imagination. The boy knew nothing of pain or sexual delusions, war, loss...he was an innocent...until the day he saw an idea fall from the mind of an artist to its death. It was on that day that the waterfall of tears began to flow in the land of imagination and continue to flow to this day."
- Journal entry - reflecting on giving up.
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