"Why don't you write a story?" they asked.
"What is a story?"
Is it falsehoods and daydreams?
Is it a fictionalized veneer over my life?
Is it a message, a moral, a word of caution or encouragement?
Is it to entertain, or to stir?
What purpose does a story serve?
"But you can write."
"True. I can. I just can't imagine anymore."
