When I started hating my own writing…

I am modifying this paper for a long time, till the level that it disgusts me.

Like how much artificial theory I have assembled together, how much interpretation I have made, how much rule I have to set. There is too high concentration of Me and Manmade elements in this article, which is not an organic work, not the type of work to answer questions and confusion. Or in another word, the confusion is uncertainty itself. I am not satisfied, I am not at all.. I hate this paper, I hate this thing i am only able to create at this moment, which is my reality.

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