I'm considering taking a writing class; so that I might learn what it is I don't already know - which I can safely say, is quite a lot. It is necessary for improvement, learning.
To remain fixed in the confines of your mind makes you merely a fixture. Alone in a corner, breathing stale air, you begin gathering dust. Dirty clothes are tossed carelessly upon you and you languish, buried in neglect for perpetuity. Your artistry hangs lifeless on the wall like a picture no longer gazed upon, trapped behind hard glass inside a cold metal frame; your own reflection your only company.
The sound of a tired record hisses out a subdued static. The needle, slowly undulating, worn and dulled from combing time's trenches, traces the record's dark wrinkles, waiting patiently for it to turn over.
Near the window a newspaper yellows on top a faded carpet.
Hissssssssss, click, pop...hisssssss, click, pop...hisssssssss
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