Baby and Masterpiece

I once read this small article on the Straits Times, which went something like this:

There is this little quiet town XXX (some remote part of UK, if I remember correctly). Most of the residents work in the town's factory manufacturing XXX. There is nothing special about this town, except its overwhelming number of children.

There is a railway line cutting right through it. At the ungodly hour of three every morning, a train would pass through, roaring and waking up the town folks, who can't get back to sleep and don't know what to do with the time.

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You get the drift? Well, if you don't, it implies that you don't read much fiction...haha, just joking. On a more serious note, though not much serious, I was up at about 5 am, don't know what to do, yet somehow ended up blogging and producing this "baby" with all the "deformities", in my lame style. I read somewhere, how an artist's so-called "personal style" is actually his flaws; a true masterpiece will be so unique that nobody could have guessed the identity of its creator. Agree?

PS: I must have written somewhere before, how each one of my blog entries is like my "baby". Well, I've enjoyed making this baby while it lasts.