One day when I was younger, I read a book that said all that a good writer needs is a good typewriter with which to write.
So one day when I was older, I bought a typewriter. Sadly, it was not a good one, so I was destined to not be a good writer.
Such is such.
I remember another day, when we were younger-again, for this was again a time before we were older– We were alone in a room feeling sad.
This feeling was a deep kind of sad that only someone who is younger-again really knows. This is in part due to that when we are older-nows we learn to say things like, “There’s always tomorrow,” and, “It will get better,” and after saying such, that deep kind of sad does not seem too deep at all– but before we learn such things, we sit alone in rooms. That is where things begin to begin.
When someone younger-again is alone in a room, eventually someone who is not younger-again and is an older-then comes to see and ask what is the matter. It was just like that when you were a younger-then, too. You were sitting alone in a room when an older-then came to see you.
How are you feeling? they asked.
Are you feeling OK? they asked.
All right, it’s okay if you do not want to talk, an older-then said.
How about I just give you a piece of paper and a pencil and you can draw what you feel, They said.
So, not wanting to talk, drawing seemed sensible enough. Yet, what you want to draw is a certain type of feeling that can only be expressed as a Deep Hole. Sadly, being a younger-then, you do not know how to draw a Deep Hole, but you try your best to do so. You take your pencil and scribble a dark and darker spot on the page: A hole.
But of course someone who is older-then does not recognize what you have drawn, even though they try their best to do so.
That is you? Where are your arms, your legs, and maybe your head? The older-nows inspect.
So you oblige. You take your pencil and you draw two little lines on either side of the top edges of the hole, as these are arms, and from the hole’s bottom edges, you draw two longer lines that end with two little lines for feet, as these look like your legs. From the top-most edge of the hole you draw the longest line, curved outward, and with a small circle of a head at its end. And that is how you feel.
Oh… The older-thens say. I see now.
And just like that, they become younger-again, too.