A delusional objectivist since NYU days when first exposed to Whitman, Nietzsche, and Ayn Rand's Howard Roark, I have been in a lifelong search for my “voice”. In the process, through every random life experience, through knowledge and wisdom collected and pieced together in a fragile glass menagerie, through the dark alleys with broken bottles strewn, through the façade of maturity, accountability, and even faith, I have become layered thick beyond recognition. I find myself still tittering precariously on the cusp of this tight rope and it seems I have reached a point, a somewhat unprofound and unoriginal point of sheer desperation, forcing me to realize that the only true way I'll ever find this elusive voice is through the deconstruction of the self.
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