The Itch

If I create, can you see me? If I write, will it prove I was here? Lately, when I do write, I write about wanting to write. When I do create, I create to prove something. Because of this, I almost always create nothing. And without creation, I hardly feel like myself. 　　In sync with uneasy desperation, this film collapses around me. I hand-processed two rolls in one canister, an ...