My previous statements were made in haste.  I was hungry and confused, and I longed for purpose.  I wanted to seem like I was in the process of focusing in on something important.  I wanted to feel purpose rising like an acient city from the excavator's pick and shovel.  I wanted this so much that I rushed--I swung my pick wildly, and I brought a great delicate city to the dust it had always verged on.

- Joe Wenderoth, Letters to Wendy's

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