You are a story, an ongoing story being told by your brain to itself, forever and always. You’re not trusted with most of the controls over you body’s internal machinery, but it’s nice to think you’re in control, even when your thoughts are actually time-delayed ex post facto justifications of something your limbic system had decided on a second ago. To say nothing of pheromones…
You are a story, and your memory is but an echo of faded voices, a kaleidoscope of millions of imperfect pictures taken slightly out of focus. These recollections change, ever so slightly, each time you access them. To say nothing of dreams…
You are a story. Try to be a fun one.
(Amazing how much more effortless my writing can be when I’m just writing a comment to a stranger on Reddit, as opposed to deliberately sitting down to Write.)
Grigory Lukin.com 