did you ever take a big cardboard box or some other piece of garbage and methodically break it down? it's something i do periodically to get stuff into the dumpster out behind the building, and i expect i'm not exactly alone in that regard.
but did you ever also have the attendant experience of feeling strangely...sated...when you were left with just small pieces? now just b/c it had to be done, but b/c you were engaged in the act of destroying?
i'm realizing that i experience a kind of satisfaction from the act of destruction periodically, of taking something and reducing it to...nothing.
as a person interested in creative writing and other creative endeavors, it's a strange and somewhat...disquieting little epiphany. it's aesthetically perverse to me, you know?
do i find that satisfying on some level to karmically compensate for writing? is there some kind of universal give and take in which i'm participating? or is this just a trick of wordplay?
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