the kind of shit i make up in class
There's a child, and he sees snowmen all the time and really wants to draw them, but he can't draw circles, and it's a goddamn tragedy. He grows up learning to adapt, and finds out its a condition, he can only draw geometric shapes. He becomes an abstract expressionist/minimalist out of necessity. but some nights, he wakes up panting, and forces himself to try over and over this elusive circle. He writes a memoir, called SQUARING THE CIRCLE, MY STRUGGLE.