So, I’m going to construct a story for you. No, it doesn’t involve walls and stuff, just….a structure. You know, like Saussure said. It has characters, just like any other story and it involves two people. Or maybe some more people….. But there’s definitely people in it. Yes, like every other story there that exists. There are scenes that keep shifting, a little mind playing around and in it all, some comedians who keep the audience distracted while other stuff goes on behind the stage. Like changing and rehearsing and doing people in small rooms, made even more cumbersome by the tight spaces and tight clothes and loose morals. But that’s show business. The lights are supposed to come on, the guys are supposed to come on and the women have to play their parts, just like any other play you’ll see in the world. The trees are all green….too green if you ask me, but that’s okay. Nature takes care of the rest. Everyone just sits back and watches the show. Eats some popcorn and laughs at how stupid people look doing things that they wouldn’t do in real life….unless this is some realist drama, then people do exactly what they do in real life, but the stage just gives them some glamour while doing it. That guy in the big wig was right, even if he did dress like he was going for some flower show, “All the world’s a stage, all the men and women merely players”. The curtains will fall all you’ll all go home, sit with a bottle of scotch and stare at the glass while thinking about life. That’s how all stories are created, right? With a little time alone and a mind that roams free and without fear, like that old guy from India with the long beard said. You’ll keep refilling the glass and with every new one, you’ll see another story. Soon, the glass will be put back and you’ll rest your head back and start dreaming. There, the stories will start constructing themselves and become more you and you could ever be. That’s how stories happen. Wake up, pen it down and you’ll have a masterpiece. Till you drink it away and burn it all when you go mad that is. Never really trusted that pen and paper anyway….