The Following Doodle: A Girl

Whenever We Got A Glimpse, Their Faces Looked Indecently Revealed, As Though We Were Used To Seeing Women In Veils.

Basically You Come Up With The Fictional Idea And You Start Writing That Story, But Then In Order To Write It And To Make It Seem Real, You Sometimes Put Your Own Memories In. Even If It's A Character That's Very Different From You.

The Trees Like Lungs Filling With Air. My Sister, The Mean One, Pulling My Hair.

You Used To Be Able To Tell A Person's Nationality By The Face. Immigration Ended That. Next You Discerned Nationality Via The Footwear. Globalization Ended That.

But I Care About The Reader, And I'm Trying To Keep The Reader's Attention For As Long As I Can.