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Quentilian

Quentilian

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blank space is what you see, but what i see is a thousand ways of expressing thoughts, actions, or emotions. it is a canvas for the creative painter, or a story of someone's life stained with ink so black. a portal to the eye of the beholder and how he beholds someone or something. a way of showing your life in a way that's your own.
a piece of paper is: a material for the common person to write or draw freely on. it is an enigma just waiting to be solved. it is your choice to do what you want with it. will you make something beautiful? declare your ideas to the world? record your hopes, dreams, emotions, actions, and person? will you compile the fruits of your labor by saturating it surface? will you travel beyond imagination and show what can be accomplished? or will you leave it empty thinking your work, life, and ideas aren't important?

what is paper to you?
 
after I have printed out a poem or story, I fold the paper and put it in my purse. I'll let others read it and be glad of their feed back. But at the end of that day the only thing good about that paper was that it was convienint when I had to spit my gum out.
 
I sharpened the entire contents of a box of pencils before I actually looked at the white upright rectangle. So clear and crisp it looked under my writing lamp. I put all the pencils back into the box because I could not bear to stain it, even though I knew that at some point, at a later time, I would have to. Procrastination.
 
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