The author's attitude towards the Insanity Manuscript wavers between boundless enthusiasm and hopeless doubt.
During bouts of uncertainty, she considers moving to an organic farm where she will pick berries barefooted, and converse with earnest young farmers, where she will have no need to write any of it down or take a picture or make an audio recording.
But for the time being, she clings to her tenuous hold on The Insanity Manuscript, desperate to not let it slip through her fingers.
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