The blank page.
For some, it's a blessing. No limitations, you take a pen, and you can write anything, engineer any emotion, it's all in front of you.
For others, it's a curse. Nothing to start with, nothing to work with, you are forced to confront your own limitations as you have none others to guide you.
And for others still, there's no emotional attachment. It's just part of the job. They exist to be filled, no more, no less.
As for me, any day that I don't think what I've done is worse than a blank page, I'm happy.
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