Those promised rain days finally materialized and I spent a few hours with this piece and outside of my head with Mad Men, recapturing the mindset in preparation for the upcoming final season. Don't call me on Sunday evenings.
.I'll be busy. Jimmy used to say I had a date with Don.
This one is nearly finished.
.and yet, far from it. I think the lettering should have been in
script, as if I had no other torments, like the tax deadline drawing near. I have other things on my mind.
"Why do we do what we do, we story
tellers?
All I can come up with is that we want
to be known, liked, loved even.
But most of all, we want to be
remembered.
Our stories are our banners, our battle
flags and emissaries.
They announce us before we come into a room and
set the expectations of those who know us and those who think they do.
Our stories will stand in for us
when we no longer can.
So, when a story is called for, as it
always is in the company of people,
a new teller will step up and,
even though the flesh of a story may no longer be remembered,
the
people will remember it's bones, and the new teller might silently
beg our pardon as they make our story their own
and we will grant
that pardon just to hear the story carry on, even without us."
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