Do you ever get the feeling that you're living in a vacuum?
A place devoid of any life-forms, air, or water except for yourself
(and then, sometimes even your own existence seems questionable)?
Well, I do.
It's something that doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it comes like a single feather floating down from a cloud.
I look up and there it is.
Silence.
No bird in sight, either.
It's at a time exactly like this when I feel that ---wow!--- I can paint a picture, work on a story that I haven't yet finished, experiment with something completely different than my norm,
INCUBATE.
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