The sound and the fury.

There is a theory we think about in my house (bedsit) and it's based around people who in social-media profiles call themselves writers. They are not writers perhaps. On the front of a can of beans it says HP Baked Beans. But that's beans, baked beans, on the supermarket shelf. Whereas the code of a writer or poet or artist is different, in my house, in my bedsit. I am unable to explain it further. Or in other words (and these're the most liberating I utter - say/type/think a lot): I dunno.