Lies that Bind Us

by Andrew Hart

I loved story, the shape of it, the inventive audacity of stringing together characters, places, and events to make up something that felt absolutely real but existed only in the head of the writer or their readers.

I liked the way stories lined up behind each other like mirrors, reflecting little bits back, sometimes direct and straight on, sometimes distorted and crazy,

“We’ll drown together.”

Some people like being at the center of drama, even when it’s the drama of malice and intrigue. Especially then.