The imposing canvas stares back, unimpressed. Blank space stretches out on all sides in a silent smugness. The whiteness is pervasive, authoritative, almost numbing.
Novelists call it writer's block.
College students call it home for the first thing they encounter when they move into the inviting halls of their chosen university is the undeniable, inescapable whiteness of their living quarters, where on all four sides colorless plaster reigns. It sits without comment, waiting to be filled with personality. Its only tie with its occupant is a deep-seated, mutual skepticism. Create a life. But somehow, it gets done, and gradually the room becomes one's own.