The Unknown: The Purple Line.
  Narrative. Need I say more?

Of course you do. You need to say what happened and then and then and then. What we, as professional creative writers, agree on, is that it, that is, good writing, I mean really good writing, is unknown.

That makes absolutely no fucking sense, if you ask me. And that’s what a story is, a thing that makes sense out of no sense. It maps a thing with language. The thing doesn’t need to be real, or even really be a thing, but that’s what it does to it, it lends it a little coherence. Even when the narrative structure is apparently incoherent itself. And then it’s a thing itself, too, its own shape outside of its content, over it.

Or maybe that’s all that there is, narrative. In the end.

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