I think telling stories is like pushing something. Pushing against uncreation itself, maybe.

“Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.”

“Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.”

“Kennedy entered, waving to the standing audience, an elderly gentleman in an Al…”

“It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from …”