I recall the first file lost I created with an intention of writing a short story minutes ago and abandoned its blankness and frustration to actually title this title, this file all over again as blank and start taking a dictation from the source. There is an effortless, graceful movement in this writing, and I can't get away from the guilty pleasure I draw from this experience. It keeps me selfishly hooked, leaving you, the reader, to salvage whatever a value you can find