Day 92: Straw

She stared heavily at the cup, swirling the fresh strawberry Frappucino with her straw, but I knew she wasn’t really seeing it. She absolutely hated when the whipped cream on top got mixed into the rest of the drink. She complained that it got too diluted. Meaning she must have had something pretty troubling on her mind.

Day 87: Books

The more I grow up and learn, the more I understand the true nature of books. They’re not just readers perfectly imagining whatever world the author pours on them, an exchange of images. Writers can put in as many details as they want to try and make their readers receive what they’re imagining, but that’s never going to happen. Everyone’s going to see the same words a different way. Maybe we’re all reading the same book, but we’re creating a thousand different movies.