I feel defeated
Like, I want to expand more lore
But, my atrophy has stopped me from expanding
I have forgotten how to write some of the simplist of characters
And my prior made concepts elude me
How am I to story craft when my creativity is shot?
How am I to write new lore when I lack the will to use my mostly dead front lobe without a manic psychotic episode full?
I want to use my prior made, even trivial details, but alas—was it God, El-YHWH\'s wisdom to carve caverns into my brain, placing scorching deserts across my mindscape, where nothing but unfinished statues out Plato\'s aether litter the sandy waste lands gray and grim, or has Lucifer, the father of lies, sent his succubi my way, educational as they were, and other impish forces, educational as they were, to stomp out my lights? Oh, and pill\'s have made me an atheist... Have I fallen for Satan\'s trap, or was young Aristotle right about there being no metaphysics, even with the mind?
Damn it. I want my creativity back.