This is where it all starts,
this white screen that judges me,
that challenges me
and telepathically whispers to me:
"So, let's see what you are able to do today,
can you write something original,
interesting enough to be read till the very end,
deserving to overcome your personal judgment,
so good to keep alive the attention of a common reader,
to not be source of perpetual yawning,
that is neither too short nor too long,
that is so inspiring to awaken a single neuron,
strong enough to lift the muscles for a smile,
or provoke a nod of disagreement like a shaking head. "
Ok pale muzzle,
do you know what?
your face will remain this one,
no digital ink will be spread to dress up your features,
today you are just an antipost and as such no one will read you.
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