Spoiler
This wasn't what I planned to write next, nor is it my usual. But in a moment of introspection, it came out. I'm sure there's some people here who can associate with this. I'm sorry if I come off as so effusive it's disingenuous, it's not supposed to be.
We spend significant portions of our lives relaying information, telling others about things that have happened, or things that could. Telling stories. We tell stories about anything; from the delicate touch of a kiss on our lips to the intangible ravages time can have on our hearts. We love to listen, as much as tell. Otherwise we wouldn’t all be here.
We have chosen to surround ourselves with like-minded individuals in the hope that we can absorb as many of these tales as possible, losing sleep just to reach the end of a thread someone else has masterfully woven in front of us. This should be a port of call for anyone wanting to feed their mind, where powerful narratives can be found in abundance. It is a place where people are met who will leave a lasting impression.
It is a place where we hope to read stories that will stay with us forever.
