In a world that’s so overridingly connected is it possible to have anything new to say ?
I remember we were in college, way before Google became what it was and somebody said that all fiction was based on 7 narratives. Or that all stories essentially followed 7 themes.
And I remember searching in vain to find, what those oft-repeated stories were.
It’s 2015 and 4 hours at a desk and I cycle through the stories people now post on facebook.
Stories of death, love, grief, abandonment and well, just photographs!
And I see all these stories laid out for me, like a film reel at an old editing station.
Yards and yards of peoples memories and dreams – stories to be edited and made sense of.
It sometimes seems like we all have the same stories.