Almighty heavens. I’m not a... «The Archive of the Forgotten»

Almighty heavens. I’m not a book, or a writer, or a muse. I’ve lived too long to see everything as a metaphor for a story, like the rest of you do. I don’t think in plot arcs or theatrical roles. Life—it goes on. Change happens. Secrets get out. Challenges appear. Decisions are forced. Whether we’re ready for them or not.