As diligent art students, while everyone else is studying hard, we're searching for an eraser that was abandoned in some corner and is drawing circles to curse its owner. While everyone else is hard at work studying on their own, we're listening to our teacher's earnest lecture: "The boundary between light and shadow isn't a line." And while everyone else is busy with extra lessons again, we follow our teacher's instructions and erase everything but the highlights, then hang ourselves up again (adjust the values). We're professional pencil eaters, all right. In our pencil cases, you can see a pencil's transformation from whole to gone, in excruciating detail...
Theme:
My eraser has never reached the end of its life, and I have witnessed the process of (sharpening) and (complete) death of my pencil before I have even used it.
My eraser has never reached the end of its life, and I have witnessed the process of (sharpening) and (complete) death of my pencil before I have even used it.
The author's personal experience?