Apr 11, 2010 20:52
show me your inspiration.
Comment this post with a picture that inspires you. It can be an image of anything at all, as long as it inspires you somehow. I'll write a (very) short piece about it for you.
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He was content at first; subtle, overt, testing his boundaries. None of them understood what he was doing, understood his intentio I GIVE UP
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Each delivery added to the weight he felt, every volume that passed through his hands for inspection was a few ounces more to the gravity on his shoulders. He no longer felt the papercuts, no longer bandaged them; there simply weren't enough bandages. The drab colour of the cardboard had pierced so deep he no longer felt the wound inflicted by ugliness.
And yet, every day for half an hour he perused the results of his work, running his hands along the colourful spines he'd approved for shelving. With quiet pride his own spine straightened, and he never noticed the admiring glances from the people he ignored.
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