All of my life’s disappointments should be put down to irresponsible storytelling, primarily unrealistic endings. First of all nothing ends. And when it finally does, I won’t be around to know.
Well, because they are the only way we will ever understand each other. And if we understand each other, don’t you think we could creep into a kinder world?
I’m a big fan of creatures who make big mistakes. Someone once wrote that the reasons we have monsters in our stories, is so that we can see the masters inside of ourselves with greater compassion.
The truth about what happened to me isn’t even found in my own journal.