Amid the dissonance occasionally there will arise a moment in which, deep within the fibrous layers of my consciousness, I know, beyond any suggestion to the contrary, that magic exists. That something as simple as imagining a conversation with someone I've never met could move me to begin writing, speaks to the favor of this magic. And not simply writing for entertainment - writing for the sake of capturing the overwhelming beauty, the poetry of human interaction; for the purpose of sharing what I feel and knowing it's real; for helping the world around me to start noticing itself a little more. I want people to experience this unselfishly, because they deserve to; everyone should know how precious it is that we are able to communicate in the way we do; that we should do it more, with people we've never met. To steal a line from one of the best movies I've ever seen, there is magic in this world, and it's in the distance between two people as they attempt to know each other. There can be no plot without a beginning, there can be no suspense without the unknown, and there can be no resolution without revelation; and even through all of that, the immeasurable depth of ingenuity possessed within every person will ensure that that cycle continues, that while every story may not be a happy story, it is artful nonetheless. Joyce has proven that there is beauty in the mundane, I hope to prove there's beauty simply in saying so...
...It's not often that his attention is so utterly arrested, but today a pink hat has started him thinking...
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