the worlds of movies, soap operas, or cartoons were already so meticulous that there were no blanks left for me to fill in. these stories on screen existed exactly as they had been filmed and drawn. for example, if a book had the description, “a blond lady sits cross-legged on a brown cushion in a hexagon-shaped house,” a visual adaptation would have everything else decided as well, from her skin tone and expression to even the length of her fingernails. there was nothing left for me to change in that world.
but books were different. they had lots of blanks. blanks between words and even between lines. i could squeeze myself in there and sit, or walk, or scribble down my thoughts. it didn’t matter if i had no idea what the words meant. turning the pages was half the battle.
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