To Whom It May Concern,

I'm but another one of your figments. Figment, not pigment. Part not color. For decorative spells I'd recommend a visit to your local paint supply store. A follow up visit is also recommended, if and when the moment is right. That's right, not write. Writing is a different venture altogether from painting. Different in the strokes, different in the devices. One creates art in the verbal sense when one writes, in the visual sense when one paints. That's creates, not crates. Crates take fruit, hopefully neatly piled or stacked (in those purple containers that continue the ripening process of the produce) to their destination. Fruit that doesn't pass muster must remain uneaten, but rather woefully left to seed the earth. That's seed, not cede. To cede is to give up, no tragically occurring character wouldst ever cede their spot to anything but a tragically occurring love theme that only was of consequence to advance the tragedy. Tragedy, like almost all comedy, is a consequence of interpretation. Just a figment of interpretation.

sincerely