Conditional Reality

Benchpress Buttercup joined drawing clubs in his town, but they all asked him to leave after a few sessions of listening to his non-stop chatter, a stream-of-consciousness report of all his current thoughts. I have to talk while I draw, said Benchpress, it’s my creative process. Then you draw alone, said the drawing clubs. Benchpress retreated to his house and drew all day and talked and talked. Periodically he took to the streets where he sold his drawings to passersby. Sometimes they were struck silent by the beauty of Benchpress’s drawings. No, no, said Benchpress. Never give up your voice.