Stories are a survival technique: they are how we put our lives and universe into some consoling order. That’s why I can’t not write, and even if you don’t actually write on paper, you can’t not write either. Your brain is always writing, cataloguing and shaping the narrative of your life, because it wants to survive too. And if it’s a matter of life or death or a deadline, it won’t let you fuck up. With a push, your brain will show you the stories you’ve been telling yourself all along, both the terrible lies and the surprising truths.
