oh “my”

You would like to remove the layer of your opinion about everything, your habitual thoughts. I am tired of living amidst the muddy ruts of my habitual thoughts. I would like everything that I write to be a work of art. Or at least an attempt toward a work of art. Or at least a fragment of a personal philosophy. Fragments are not involved in making — that would be a word like “components” or “raw material.” Fragments are involved in destruction. And thus — everything I write is involved in (the destruction of) a personal philosophy. Collapse — or mining among the ruins — of my habitual thoughts. And still — the “my”