You have the images, the music, the climax, and the ending all wrapped in a bow. But when it comes time to actually get that vision onto paper, this glass wall refracts your ideas into something that vaguely resembles them. It's a frustratingly-beautiful-pain-in-my-butt process.
We watch our cups and stare into the world. Both separate and part of it.
The blue path reminded me of blueberries.