she remembers again having almost forgotten somehow her own desires her own dreams of creation of artistry of expression she remembers sitting in classes small classes in top-floor classrooms with a dozen other students talking together about books like those of dc glaser and all of them thinking all of them feeling that somehow maybe they could someday create something like that it 's been ten years now and none of them have what is there to show for life but the empty living of it consuming art as they consume air or water bereft of creation and aching for a chance to be expressed .