Needs

I bet you think of me as a hindrance. As a pest. As a necessary evil to assuage certain of your needs.

I’ll bet you hate your needs, don’t you? I’ll bet you wish you had the courage to castrate yourself, just like that. And remove all temptation. And just become a slave of work. That’s right, isn’t it?

You could write all day and all night without any disturbance.