On Storytelling


I’m due for a real update, I know, but guess what?! I’m dealing with a bit of this ^ right now, so my updating may take a little time.

And it may be that tonight or tomorrow I’ll get so frustrated I’ll come on here and rant about everything… on verra

Hopefully, if it is a rant, it’ll be a pretty rant.


Caught and Loose

“We all of us somehow caught. We  born this way or that way and we don’t know why. But we caught anyhow. I born Berenice. You born Frankie. John Henry born John Henry. And maybe we wants to widen and bust free. but no matter what we do we still caught. Me is me and you is you and he is he. We each one of us somehow caught all by ourself. Is that what you was trying to say?”

“I believe I realize what you were saying,” F. Jasmine said. “Yet at the same time  you almost might use the word loose instead of caught. although they are two opposite words. I mean you walk around and you see all the people and to me they look loose… I mean you don’t know what joins them up together. you don’t know where they all came from, or where they’re going to. for instance, what made anybody ever come to this town in the first place? Where did all these people come from and what are they going to do? Think of all those soldiers.”

“They were born,” said Berenice. “And they going to die.”

F. Jasmine’s voice was thin and high. “I know,” she said. “But what is it all about? People loose and at the same time caught. Caught and loose. All these people and you don’t know what joins them up. there’s bound to be some sort of reason and connection. Yet somehow I can’t seem to name it. I don’t know.”

“If you did you would be God,” said Berenice.

— The Member of the Wedding (Part 2 , Chapter 2)

Carson McCullers

“I am losing the precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains and learn the news.”

— John Muir