Imagining

There are so many beautiful, brutal, exquisitely illuminating human experiences playing out all over the world every single moment.

Sometimes I imagine them, and wonder if they’re real.

Sometimes I wonder if all our imaginings are simply us being offered a glimpse of another’s reality. Another being; another time; another world. Would that be more or less extraordinary? Is our gift, our skill, measured by our ability to build up out of the abyss, or to say what we see with deftness and clarity, as we peer through the portal we’ve happened upon?

I don’t know, and I don’t think I need to, but I like to imagine what could be true.

Of course you are

So, I’m getting into the supporting cast with my character profiles and, boy, the things they’re revealing about themselves. Like, I’m not coming up with this shit, it’s just flowing out of the recesses, but it all makes so much sense!

Of course you’re avoidant because you have anger issues that got you into serious trouble before and now the only way you know to deal with that is to withdraw before anyone can get to you!

Of course you’re technically homeless!

Of course you have an interest in leatherwork.

Stories are so much fun.