Woven

He spends so much of his time watching, reading, and listening to the stories created for him that you would expect him to notice the stories unfolding around him each and every day. His life in recent years had been filled with people and habits that prevented him from taking action and moving the plot forward. He became content to brood on the cusp of a major development, never pivoting his frame to force the winds of time to alter their course as they brushed his calloused hide.

It’s funny how moments like these enter your life. Sometimes, things happen so subtly that we have no idea they were even influencing our destiny. Others arrive like a train station marquee tile, tumbling down so quickly you didn’t even notice the change. He resolved to siphon the stories out of life. He wanted to drain the mundane of its relentless truncation.

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