i am breaking tradition a bit here. a new, big story is a day or two away.

Stories.
Stories are what we have. Almost all we have. So much of life is dedicated to telling someone something about your past. even the simple "whats up?" or "how are you?" to answer these questions we must tell stories.
Not only must we tell stories, we also must hear them. The way we learn is via these tales of lives that are not our own. When you ask for advice or tell your friend about a funny time last night, these are ways that we learn about other people, and thus they are ways that we learn about ourselves. We are nothing without others, remember this. When you tell me about the girl you just fucked or the man you just met or the show you just saw or the book that bruised your brain or the storm last night or how drunk you got a few days ago or how your cat just died or that your dad just lost his job, i am learning. i am soaking it in. i am reasoning. i am saying "yes" "no" "good" "bad". i am learning to make decisions by making decisions.
Storytelling.

Ah dearest Hemingway. I see what you mean.

"What else can we do now? Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair well the night's busting open these two lanes will take us anywhere."

Oh my god, what a beautiful day.