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Hi, /lit/. Like many of you, I like to write. But I just had this depressing thought, you see. How can I take my work and my ambition seriously knowing that when I'm dead I'll just be another dead white male? And if by chance I write something profound, am I not stealing the spotlight away from other voices, oppressed voices with a greater need to be heard? Come to think of it, even this post is potentially diminishing someone's opportunity for agency. Fuck. You see what I mean by now so I'll stop the public introspection.
If you reply to this thread, please use a polite sage. I'll still read everything.