I have been thinking a lot about story. And probably I will be talking about it more.
A while back I created a story cloth that I called In The Same Boat. It is no longer with me here. Yesterday, suddenly another story began. Not In The Same Boat.
I guess depending on your perspective, both stories could be true at the same time.
We all can feel it.
Even when we are not alone.
Just like together. We can feel that. Alignment. Alliance.
Even when we are alone.
There were scraps. All together in a basket.
Just there. Together. And I used them to build a stray self. Alone.
Nobody in your boat, floating, staying afloat. Become a buoy then? Alone and useful.
A thread could be a lifeline.