I've got a lot of ideas in my mind of how I'd like to write, or maybe more accurately of how I'd like to be read. And this is the problem really, I want to say, but it's too early to do that. I've got these ideas, and if I were a serious person I'd take a serious look at them and try to actually work towards them, but I'm unserious, as has been well established, and I've instead located a contrary idea and conjured a dilemma, so that I may return to my primary mode of unserious operation, which is more accurately a mode of in-operation, of stagnancy: analytical anxiety.
The contrary idea is this: there is a sort of spontaneous and natural (and perhaps, true) writing style that I can only nurture if I actively expel any trace of intention about what I would like my writing style to be. I think this is bullshit of course, but what if it's not?