January 31, 2003

Story

There are no words that have not been said before. There is not even a single thing that has not been talked about before. That being the case, why should I speak? Why should I talk? What good is my story when it echoes in an empty hall, when everyone has had their say and gone home? Can't really blame them, for all I have is a book full of cliches, nothing original, nothing new. Maybe the ghosts will listen, I hope they would, because I have an old story to tell. Once upon a time....