when I was a kid I tried writing a story about a pegasus that hatched from an egg. a girl found it and brought it to her house, and the line that follows is now permanently stuck in my head. because the pegasus was brand new, right? just born? experiencing the world with pussy fresh eyes? so when it saw the windows of her house, it said "what the heck, it's as though transparent lakes have somehow been shaped into rectangles and firmed up to make the rectangles solid."
and after writing that line, I just shut down Microsoft word in disgust and walked away and did something else for a while. never touched that story again, because jesus christ.
