One Stroke At A Time

"To write or not, that is the question that keeps on tumbling inside my head in these past few days. But why must I write? Who will read my nonsense? Surely, no one in their right mind will read my writings in this boring year of 1881."

A girl looks outside the window, as the rain pours heavily outside, lost in thought...

...and a boy reads an old journal as the moon shines through his window...

"You should write, even if no one will ever read your works. Whether you scribble nonsense, there will always be people who will read it even though the time changes rapidly. To write is hard, but to read is even harder."