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If my body is a bottle, then the cork is too tightly wedged into my neck. There is no oxygen sweeping in to bring complexity to my thoughts. There is no drink rushing up to my head and pouring out of me. 

 Heedless is my attempt to push against this blockade, and return to the way I felt when I was 13 and writing without hesitation. One step in that process is to, perhaps counterintuitively, leave the room I've built in my mind. By focusing on elements around me and exploring them in detail, I'll hopefully find fresh ideas, fresh emotion, and lessen the pressure.

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