I still spend quite some time day-dreaming about being famous. I still get something out of the idea of being appreciated by a hall-full-of-audience. It still means something to me. It could be a useless hobby, just a distraction of the mind. It could simply be an urge, like sex. I hope it is.
The only issue is that it is instinctive, spontaneous. And that I have a feeling (or fear, I do not know) that it might be something worthy.
And if it actually is, I wouldn't want to kill it.
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