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Waking up this morning, John has an inexplicable urge to write. He takes out a sheet of white paper from his desk drawer. With his hand hovering over the sheet, he feels a little drunk as he puts down a word.
‘Pelican’
he rubs the black ink on the sheet and frowns, as if he could erase it. he pushes stubbornly against the paper and the force of his finger diffuses away the intensity of the black lines into a faint halo, which edge traces a fresh crease on the paper. A strange animosity comes over him and urges him to crumple it up but instead he smoothes it out and tries to put down another word. He carefully begins to trace out the shape of a G, but crosses it out midway, and puts down the letter J hesitantly.
‘John’
It feels unoriginal but it oddly seems to fit. He takes a large gulp of orange juice. Just as he was going to pick up his pen to write, he accidentally knocks the glass over the sheet of paper. He looks at his faded name. Suddenly all of this seems very funny to him.
‘Pelican’
he rubs the black ink on the sheet and frowns, as if he could erase it. he pushes stubbornly against the paper and the force of his finger diffuses away the intensity of the black lines into a faint halo, which edge traces a fresh crease on the paper. A strange animosity comes over him and urges him to crumple it up but instead he smoothes it out and tries to put down another word. He carefully begins to trace out the shape of a G, but crosses it out midway, and puts down the letter J hesitantly.
‘John’
It feels unoriginal but it oddly seems to fit. He takes a large gulp of orange juice. Just as he was going to pick up his pen to write, he accidentally knocks the glass over the sheet of paper. He looks at his faded name. Suddenly all of this seems very funny to him.