… is obviously nagging me.
So, am I just telling a story about the plucky little yellow triangles and their fight for liberty … and trying to disguise it with mumbo jumbo? I don’t think so. They might never coalesce into any sort of narrative sequence at all.
They have to stand on their own feet … aaargh … the plucky little etc’s.
Anyway, isn’t it likely that the story I tell, or you tell, today could easily be different from the one I or you might tell ourselves a week later.