and then just like that it was like her mind changed. like he had somehow transferred a new way of being to her. changed her. no more useless chatter. less talk meant more art. less talk, the less time was wasted. the more space there was for creation. less was lost on others. more preserved for self. and since art was the highest form of self-preservation anyway, this seemed right?

But what of all the others? would missed calls remain just that? what of human interaction? and what of inspiration by outside forces.

She heard her answer from within. Balance, it said. Strike the necessary balance to created and sustain creation.

and this was good.