Daniel Klein

An artist begins his day with the acquisition of a drink long desired. The artist begins his day employing such atypical methods of description ever theorized to be pertinent to the task of elucidation. Creative flair demanded the beverage to not just be green tea lemonade, but, rather, something of a more nuanced semantical implication. The lemonade can not just be green. It has to be something more advanced. Whether the truth, or not, jade creates a much prettier picture for the audience to enjoy. Jade suffices for the sensibilities of the aesthetic senses, but what more could be made of tea and lemonade?

The artist wracked his brain to the point of anguish. Furrowing his brow did not help to convey deeper sense from either tea or lemonade. Minutes turn to hours and the hours amass into a whole morning gone. The drink his mother gave him at the start of the day seems to be on a quest to consume his day.

The voice of reason eventually interrupts the artist’s mind telling him to stop his deliberation. “Rewriting words does not accomplish much anyways.” Despite disagreement with the voice of reason’s reason, the artist knows that he has to be practical. The artist turns to the blank canvas once more, determined to make progress on his work. “Work? Labor? Toil? Slog?” All characterizations ring of a lack of passion.

The afternoon passes by and the artist settles upon creative aspirations as the words worthy to convey his true intention. With the perfect description now established within his mind, the canvas before him yet remains blank. All the while, he has barely taken five sips of his jade tea lemonade. A once cold beverage has diluted to a pale yellow. “Yellow? Jaundice?”