Stories for the telling

There was once a time when I had the luxury of spending my days trapped in books.

You talk about luck, and this was it. You talk about apparation and the ability to escape linear time, and there I was, young and a reader, flipping between universes while jumping through the rings of fire.

It was plenty of fun, and I’d highly recommend it to anyone who has the time: sit around, and read books. I’ve yet to figure out how something so heavy and so large can carry so many ideas. Stories are told to me through the medium of pages attaching words to one another. What is it about the book- about those itty bitty little shapes and swirls on a page- that can tell me so many things? Give me all these stories? Mobilize groups, troops, and nations? How do little lines of prose become the stuff of generations?

It’s easy to fall into theory when discussing what it means to read literature. But if we look into something a bit more concrete, we can get to the the essence of the argument; we need to begin by looking at stories in the context of themselves. Stories and plots exist with meaning and purpose. We need to understand what they mean, what the points mean to each other, before we go ahead and look at different ways of thinking about the different ways of thinking.

Instead of theoretical plot-holes, meaning can be simple- it’s up to us. We need to look at literature by looking at the story.

How do we understand this?

and- What does all of this mean for the girl who really just wants to spend her time sitting around and reading books?

Of course, ‘read more!’ is that advice, and it remains my true first option. But we get stuck in the context of our lives, those day-to-day events that occur like walking around or taking trains. Those moments add up to more than the sum of their parts, and all the time we could’ve spent reading- or watching movies, or painting, or smiling, for that matter- are lost to the minute minutes of our days.

SO, sit there twiddling your thumbs. What’s a gal to do?

A girl of this moment must make the most of those opportunities that are available to her, and wear her finest business dress to every professional meeting. But she should laugh harder when she is funny, laugh at the power of the joke, live in the humor that our age has given us the luxury of providing.

She should aspire to worry both about the meaning of the sign and the anaphora in front of the bullet; she should read stories for their own sake and not pay too much attention to the (wo?)man behind the curtain.

Ask herself questions- does Kim Kardashian smoke weed?

Run in circles, between the bar and the bed and the book and the boy, making stops to do your homework and cook dinner for the house;

Make small moments livable and spent most of your time in the seconds of your day.

And take deep breaths, girl, because you’ll always be telling yourselves stories. In doing that, you will write the context of your very own book.

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