2.
Gordon
took the pen into his hand and began to create. The act of creation came
naturally to him. He lived for the process; the one where he pulled thought
from the centre of his mind and spilled it all over his sketch book. It was a
self-filled act or so it was perceived. Who could understand that all that he
wrote was for the world when all that he wrote… was about himself. In various
forms and fables; in costumes and with superpowers; with swords and gruff
gunslingers. All about himself. And yet it was all about the others. He wrote
and wrote and wrote some more. And then, the hand of Gordon sought out his
camera… and some suitable actors. The act of creation was good.
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