Story as architecture; The stories we tell each other about what is real, the ways we can thrive, and how we should treat one another form the structure that encapsulates our lives.
We become so convinced about the veracity of these stories that they are as concrete as the ground beneath our feet.
Stories that are natural and true for some can be bizarre to others.
Without a doubt, we live in strange days. Weird times are upon us, and the weird stories we tell about our times are in abundance: UFOs, Cellphones, Revolutions, Quantum Communication. Are we becoming the costumed gods we read about as kids? Is the architecture of reality as malleable as the stories we create to describe it?
What stories will we choose to bring into being?