The white sheet is blank, lacking of color and personality. It is the most humble of objects in that it is not flashy or crude. It is the human condition that spoils the white sheet, a miasma of pain and prejudice that covers the sheet so completely that it loses purity and gains a purpose.
The following places are where the white sheet could travel:
1. Poetry – The white sheet is often blessed with the gift of rhyme.
2. Short Stories – The white sheet often blows in the breeze, traveling the mind’s pondering prose
3. Miscellaneous – The white sheet travels to various places in its journeys. Who knows where it will go next.