Were, I a writer, I would be a good one. I would put to paper the great things I have seen. I would share the emotions I witnessed, or thought I felt people experiencing. I would speak of the victories, defeats, life, death, the self-satisfaction and repulsion. The love, hate, prejudice and indifference that mark every generation but are always felt exclusive to their own would not be exempt. I would write of the mysteries that excite, plague, tantalize and devastate us, the romantic stories that make us cry, regret, miss and even try to love again. I would tell stories that would entertain and be told over and over and still once again. Were, I a writer, I would be a good one.
Stunningly articulated, paradigmatically sound and foundationally robust. Now brace yourself for the drivel I’ve got for you.