Alyson

I wonder what the punishment is for saying “I am a writer,” but actually just thinking about writing and all the stuff in your head that would make some variety of interesting prose. The punishment is probably living with a head full of (maybe) cool things that people will never know could exist. Like a fully-stocked Sanrio store that never opened, where people can look through the shaded window and grasp the outline of a Hello Kitty humidifier where the steam is supposed to sigh out of its mouth and know that they will never be able to experience Hello Kitty’s hot, steamy breath easing their asthma. They will only be able to imagine. The punishment is probably living with it all—all of your Hello Kitty ideas. ♦