We’re all very different, but very much the same when we really think about it.

Some people may prefer cheesecake for dessert. Some may prefer red velvet cake for dessert. At the end of the day, there is no question about dessert.

Yes, of course there’s going to be that one person that’s going to be like, “What if I don’t eat dessert?”

Of course you do, Mackenzie, it’s called air-pie (honestly, what can you do sometimes?) 🙄

At Least When I Text Art That Girl Responds

As similar as we are in some ways, we are also connected through ways of art.

Art inspires.

Art comforts.

Art won’t grow feet and leave you on read for eight weeks.

Not talking from personal experience of course, people like me too much to do that…because I’m just SO likeable, like Dr. McSteamy (RIP Eric Dane)  🙏

Art brings up together. What I know very well we all have in common is being stressed out and hanging on by a thread at times, or at least having some experience with this lovely rite-of-passage as humans on Planet Earth.

We find solace in art, which takes many forms. Whether it’s through novels, short stories, scripts, film, TV, plays, or songs. Art allows channels of enchantment for us as I had mentioned in my post , “Enchantment Through the Lens of Stories.”

Through the channels created for us, we are able to briefly leave our environments and step into those of characters or other people.

We are able to step out of our nursing assistant uniforms and into our Hogwarts uniforms. We’re able to step out of our modern houses and into the lovely French Quarter compound that is The Abattoir.

Maybe we might just happen to bump into Klaus Mikaelson.

This is Klaus wondering why I popped up at the house.

Excuse me, sir. Go ahead and resume your vampire stuff.  🙂

We Are Family, I Got All My Readers/Writers with Me

We are bonded through art.

Art highlights our experiences and passions from a young age, as with the little girl in the second row of the Gallery flabbergasted by that turn of events she read. I’m sure we’ve all worn that expression.

I know I have. That scene with Eelyn and Fiske before they went to the fjord 🫣

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go ahead and give Sky in the Deep by Adrienne Young a read.

This Eelyn, by the way. Say hello.

Anyways, the aforementioned Gallery is an accumulation of the ways that literature has shaped us in our lives, from being small children flabbergasted by a turn of events, to teenagers not realizing how Duke couldn’t see that Viola was obviously a dude (like, come on, bro 🙄), to being adult writers that deal with the criticisms of our chosen careers from twats in every direction.

There’s always a touch of criticism coming from the north, east, south, west, northwest, northeast, southeast, Southwest Airlines ✋

However, this Gallery is a collage of the ways that literature is present in our lives, and we don’t need Susan’s approval as to how present we choose for it to be.