To depict the stroad, is to give love to a street. No other man would ever give twice a look to a strip of commercial neon and plastic signage. It's a foreign concept to many. Most would rather read of other worlds made up completely of other beings unlike themselves. And yet reality, the mundane condensed into a flowery mass of prose is a lot more fun to write. It's a lot harder to depict the boring in a creative sense then to write about an alien race zapping a planet to bits or to write about elves and their extremely long pointy ears. It's just how it is. Warping the real into the unknown and foreign is a lot more fun.



At least to me.