The Tyranny of “Show, Don’t Tell”
By Sabyasachi Roy Say it once: John was sad. Bam. Done. Quick. Clean. But no, apparently I must paint a whole oil canvas. His eyelids sag. Shoulders wilt. He stares at the rain like a broken blinds catalogue model. His sigh echoes through the century’s blah blah. Congratulations. Turned a sad guy into a slam…














