I don’t wonder how much of the mental clutter we have in our lives is a result of this constant stream of unended stories in our mind, some of which will never reach a conclusion. The 8 book series we’ll never get around to reading, or the TV show cancelled after only 1 season without an ending. All these things are left dangling in our minds, and it’s something that our tribal storytelling didn’t worry about.
Every story begins somewhere, even a story about telling stories. I hate to write something that ends with a bit of a cliffhanger and risks feeling too fluffy without any meat, but I have to get this out in order to move on. I hope you’ll forgive me