Sublime

extreme paucity of expression.

Contrition

negating

As he wrote, his mind was living in that world. Even when he lay down his pen and stood up from the desk, his mind remained there. There was a special sensation of his body and his mind beginning to separate, and he could no longer distinguish the real world from the fictional.

What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?

undulate

The concepts of time, space, and possibility.

chauvinist

I was more interested in having finished it than in whether or not it would ever see the light of day.