The first stories, you know, the first stories were not about saving face or explaining anything. They were neither to share, nor to illuminate. And they definitely were not to create a stage on which Life-That-Was-Not-Lived, two-dimensional life, could have a full and infinite venue. There were no such things then. No such thing even as failure or success, There only was and there was not.
Illustration for “Lost Cantos of the Ouroboros”. DAZ Studio, Carrara, Bryce, Hexagon and Photoshop.