It’s fascinating how quickly originality devolves.
Cliches are cliches for a reason. At their core is something pure and magical – they’ve just been done to death.
Nobody wants to hear another poem about a rose or song about crying in the rain.
… Unless you can find a way to do so with unique specificity.
There’s nothing interesting about a man reading a paper on a park bench.
But there’s everything interesting about a man reading a paper on a park bench if he smells distinctly of leeks and there’s a squirrel eating his shoe.
The devil (and the beauty) is in the details.