No one of my friends want to help me with writing...that's ok. I mean, ok: I just finished writing Mechanical Paradise in the loneliness of a story written and read only by myself, the author. I'm not made for the attention and constancy this platform, like any other platform, requires. I don't even know why I'm writing this down here. Oh my god, what a silly person am I...I could just accept everything works this way. I'd just want to be different, to stop disappearing from myself in the first place. But that's good (?). The loneliness of the artist, right? :/