i find the contradictions that arise from a writer outgrowing their own original vision for a story as it evolves and they evolve when the groundwork for it has already been solidified very fascinating. what course of action do u take as a writer in this case?
it feels like ur own art grows out of control. it is certainly risky to fundamentally change course, in fact i do think in some cases it might not even be very possible, but it is such an interesting tension from how ig the “gardener” & “architect” intersects and conflicts
this man stuck in his own torture chamber gg
















