first of all, that weren't no sympathy bump, son. that's the sun setting in Angkor. the city, nignog. or it's rising, i can't remember.
what up. you have some interesting approaches to your writing. i find it curious because it's probably so different to mine. i find you have predetermined concepts in mind, a skeletal frame, and you flesh it out as you write. i'm sort of scatter brained so i rarely have a single, developed, concept in mind. i'm more of a melting pot -- your offerings are specific deli***ies on the special section of a menu. i'm not sure why the word disaccharidase was in there. made me think of monosaccharides... and school. your three sections were ostensibly self-contained, or certainly strong enough to support themselves. you have a wit about your style i enjoy, generally. you could tighten up your writing from a purely technical, and grammatical, aspect. but it's alright. i think this is the second time i've read a business-orientated piece from you, although the other was much more focused on the sway you can purchase on the victim (or reader) with constructed idiosyncrasies. you use dialog well. this felt more like a reflection on causal aspects -- how and why an individual can be cut-throat. or have an aimless ambition. or fail, right? you constructed something of a conceit, again... i remember a piece about a pathological flirt and a psychiatrist. i think it was the one you beat me with. that misdirected the reader more handily than this one. but yea, i enjoyed it. just feel like i should read it again.
like, i actually don't know why you interspersed the verse with parts of that poem? from which you also took the title? i'm going to peep that link at another time when my mind isn't burnt out from writing essays on Coleridge/Yeats. pz.
THIS IS A SYMPATHY BUMP
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