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.”


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May 23rd, 2015

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