It's vicious cycle which I can't seem to escape...I write, I edit and then I eventually erase...
I don't know if other people go through this or not, but for me, if I could, I would be perpetually erasing all traces of everything I ever did in my past – every bit of literary writing I ever did, every picture I ever drew, every song I ever recorded on tape and every home video ever made of me...
I like to think it's because I'm better now than what I used to be at everything, and any visible trace of my 'inferior' past existence causes me incredible anguish (which it truly does), but I think there is something more there...
...I think very few people are worth remembering after they are dead and until I become one of them, I'll keep erasing...
