Your perceptions are pared down to a naked moment. The naked present is where everything begins and ends, but sometimes we dwell on past and future, so overlook it, and it dwindles. I like the hum of the vacuum cleaner, insisting that life outside of this sentence-hunting hobby must go on. At the same time, the vacuum cleaner's monomaniacal sound parallels your own determination to banish all flaws from your writings. I got my start writing poetry with haiku, and I remember that time fondly. I think it helped train my eye.
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Your perceptions are pared down to a naked moment. The naked present is where everything begins and ends, but sometimes we dwell on past and future, so overlook it, and it dwindles. I like the hum of the vacuum cleaner, insisting that life outside of this sentence-hunting hobby must go on. At the same time, the vacuum cleaner's monomaniacal sound parallels your own determination to banish all flaws from your writings. I got my start writing poetry with haiku, and I remember that time fondly. I think it helped train my eye.