Selfishness. Boredom. Monotony.

In a world where all authors write about themselves, all singers sing about themselves, all artists only depict themselves, and all people are limited to themselves;

Selfishness.

Boredom.

Monotony.

We shall not write about our everyday lives unless we live all to ourselves in a glass box.

But from inside the glass box, we can see the world, so it should instead be a metal box.

That way, we will only see our own reflections.

Selfishness.

Boredom.

Monotony.

How did ancient writers of old express themselves, visit faraway lands, and teleport us to fantasy worlds? None of us are unicorns, aliens, animals, or inanimate objects, so why do we write about them?

Selfishness.

Boredom.

Monotony.

How can we write of social interactions, unless we imagine a sci-fi world where everyone is a clone of ourselves? How can children write about adults and adults about children? How can males write about females and females about males?

Selfishness.

Boredom.

Monotony.

Should artists paint the sky? Should singers tell of birds? Should writers write at all?