Click & Roll

You think reading  stories  is not worth the hassle,  but we’re made  of them.  The pictures you hold  in your gloomy head  that compose the narrative  of your life  and give it sense  are a story.  That ethereal memory,  at the back of your eyes,  of holding onto her  at a day’s end  it’s fiercely recalled  now  as a story.  How your parents met.  How you came to be.  How those before  those before  were,  is told as a story.  The plain anecdote.  The stinging complaint.  The trivial recount  with which  you explain yourself  to your friends: all things  experienced  owe their hold  of the soul  to storytelling.