You crouch down by the stack of papers, accidentally knocking them over. Letters upon letters saying "thanks for submitting, unfortunately it is not a fit..." in its many variations flutter around you, from more magazines and journals than you even knew existed. You frown, overwhelmed. You hate rejections and can't think of a reason why anyone would keep them around. Maybe they would start a nice fireplace fire though. Grinning, you start organizing them again.
While picking them up, you notice small frames adorning the wall. Within each, there is a rejection letter, but instead of generic messages, they have personalized rejections and feedback. A gallery of nice rejections, it seems. You realize that Santiago celebrates his rejections. That maybe rejections aren't too bad, because they mean you're doing the work. Maybe they're a sign of forward movement, even if not ideal. Maybe. Or maybe he's lost it. You grunt in appreciation either way.
Beneath the papers, you see a box of matches sticking out.
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