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On the first floor of a wooden apartment,A man loses himself in his painting.He wanted to make paintings about himself,And about the world that he called his home.He's loved painting since he was a little kid.Everyone always praised him for it.But the only one who praises him now,Is the girlfriend who lives there with him.
But that alone was more than enough for him,Even if their schedules made them seem so far away.She always left letters lying around for him,On her favorite cherry-blossom-print stationery.Before he knew it, dawn had broken through.Before he knew it, the sun set once again.Before he knew it, winter had come to an end.That was when his very first painting was sold.
Suddenly everything began to change around him.By the month’s end every one of his paintings was sold.If anything changes, it will be what you can see.Everybody was giving his paintings such high praise.His girlfriend turned to him and with a smile on her face said,"I knew I was right to believe in you.""I knew I was right."
Every now and then he would receive thank-you letters,From the people who had bought some of his paintings.They didn’t seem like they were really thanking him,But they didn’t seem upset about anything either.He was so happy with these little treasures he’d amassed,And slowly they filled up the entire apartment.He really thought that this happy time in his life,Would last forever through the end of time.
The man fell in love with painting more and more.He wanted to paint something more amazing than before.He wanted to make paintings about himself,And about the world's deeper and elusive truths.His greatest masterpiece was finally completed.His girlfriend laughed and called it wonderful too.But everyone who saw it turned their faces away,Away from the frightening depiction of the human soul.
All who saw the painting hated everything about it.And everyone around him fled like the receding tide.If anything changes, it will be what you can see.Everybody sneered at him and told him that he was a hack.And finally, after fighting so much, he and his girlfriend broke up."Maybe I was wrong to believe in myself.""Maybe I was wrong."
On the first floor of a wooden apartment,The man continues to work on his paintings.He wanted to make paintings about himself,Paintings of the empty man that he had become.He's loved painting since he was a little kid.But he forgot the reason why a long time ago.There's nobody left to praise him anymore.He doesn't even bother to title his paintings.
He wondered how much time had past since that day so long ago.Then suddenly a single one of his paintings was sold.If anything changes, it will be what you can see.Sometime later he received a letter from the buyer,With one thing written on cherry-blossom-print stationery."I knew I was right to believe in you.”"I knew I was right.”