When we were becalmed, I told Billy I believed your darkest thoughts somehow had the ability to manifest themselves upon our reality. That your anger over the murder of Mrs. Barlow became the storm into which we all battled.That your despair over her death became the doldrums into which we all sank. In my defense,I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in a while. But the truth of it, I’m not sure it was that far off.Your demons are a part of our reality.Such is the nature of the influence you wield. Some of those demands I’ve come to know…but the one in whose name this war is to be fought… it is still a stranger to me.Before this war actually begins,I’m asking where it actually began. Will you tell me?-Black Sails,310
”I’d take the fact, because it’s pretty good. Then, if you want to tell it to someone, you can work it over, straighten it out, hone it, file off the burrs, flatten it with a hammer, and then you’ve got a story.”
(opening sentences of Primo Levi’s The Wrench, which is a book about different kinds of work and different ways of storytelling)
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