tickle me pink
"Pray for the people inside your head, for they won't be there when you're dead. Muffled out and pushed back down, pushed back through the leafy ground."
-The chorus from "Tickle Me Pink" by Johnny Flynn.
Really like this song, and when I heard this it got me thinking. If you think of characters as people (which I tend to, in a roundabout sort of way.) then when you make up stories you're making worlds and universes and such. But if you never tell those stories then all the characters and worlds you made up will die with you. But if you do tell them, then the characters will live on inside other people's heads. You can figuratively "save their lives". Like evacuating the humans to the moon when the world ends.
Maybe this is why I like telling stories. Hm.
-The chorus from "Tickle Me Pink" by Johnny Flynn.
Really like this song, and when I heard this it got me thinking. If you think of characters as people (which I tend to, in a roundabout sort of way.) then when you make up stories you're making worlds and universes and such. But if you never tell those stories then all the characters and worlds you made up will die with you. But if you do tell them, then the characters will live on inside other people's heads. You can figuratively "save their lives". Like evacuating the humans to the moon when the world ends.
Maybe this is why I like telling stories. Hm.