It’s funny how words can grow on you. How one narrative can slowly blend into another. What was once began as a thought, slowly forms into lingering words on a page. Wordddd is exactly that. Thoughts. Developing thoughts that become stories.
It’s hard to decide where a story begins. Does it start at its inception? Or does it start elsewhere? It’s a decision that needs to be made by someone more decisive than the person telling the story. But I guess it’s also contingent on who that person is telling the story to. It’s hard to pin-point where this story begins so I guess that it takes place in my twenty-something’s, not twenty but after. In a time where everything was different, at least it felt that way.