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But “a at the the the’s at the a” made him feel like an alchemist, and writer’s block was closing in. “What’s a noise when another noise’s ill-defined?” So he sketched a self-portrait: the eyelash of a piano wire w/ the figure 8 torso of a violin. Unsatisfied & undefined, he added an i to his drew, erased: it seared into weird. But the weird-drew blurred into now a maze of zebras smeared for good. He erased his smeared & the word metaphorever appeared. Opening a dictionary, he saw all of time ahead of him.