absorb this for a good hour, after you looked at it just look at again, incase you missed the big picture
This is so powerful and important, individual thought is dying.
I think about this a lot
Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale
It was night again. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.
She hated the namelessness of women in stories, as if they lived and died so that men could have metaphysical insights.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
This is so relevant it’s not even funny.
The ability to write is quite different from the ability to tell a story. Of course if you do both equally well you can conquer the world.
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