They always ask the question. I’ll answer this just one… last… time.
“Look at this plant outside the window. Tell me what you see,” I said.
The interviewer stared as the last drops of rain fell and the sun pierced the clouds.
“Some rain drops on a leaf,” she said.
“Right. Just some rain drops sitting there. Soon they will evaporate into nothingness as if they never mattered,” I thought for a moment.
“I knew I was a writer when my mission in life became to ensure each one of those tiny universes could exist forever and never be forgotten.”
Danny Machal May 23rd, 2015