Story Dead of Age

It's not something to think of every day, but once a week? Yes. The best story I ever thought of, one I'm not good enough, or dedicated enough, (both of those likely), to write, once a week I think of.

To say 'the best story you ever came up with', one might think of a magic bullet theory, a tag line that explains 'It's Moby Dick on a bus!'

While that would be a great story, no, it isn't a lightning strike gimmick idea, it is a copse of sycamore fig, and every year the fields grow up around it, and every year they flood out, but the trees stand there in the same place. And once a week I pass by them, happy or sad or feeling nothing.

This blog is littered with the droppings.