After all, that’s what most religions are made up of. Stories. Structured words that explain our origins, and pain, and where we’ll end up. We tell ourselves stories to understand; we tell ourselves stories to remember. We tell ourselves stories to forget. Story is my religion, and characters are my
Early this morning, I had the thought that my cat doesn’t trust me, and it made me feel better. I was crying, and normally when I cry, my cat ignores it. He doesn’t understand what crying means, that it means I’m upset, so he just continues on, acting like a
Guys, this seems to be the perfect time to ask this question: what do we do about artists we don’t agree with? I’m not talking about just not agreeing with stupid, minor things. I’m talking about conflicting worldviews, and/or despicable acts that they are alleged to have done. The recent
