It’s All In The Detail

The storyteller has up and left.

Some say he’s a mute.  Some say he’s dumb, some blind.
He’s not.
He’s just gone deaf – just stopped listening.
Just stood up and said:

“There’s no need for me anymore.
There’s no way I can compete, because there is so much being said, yet they’re all leaving so much to be said.
I’m finding there is no longer enough room in my head.
I’m trying to take it all in, to find a point to begin, to assimilate and make any sense of what’s going on.
What is going on?
Where’s the substance, the content?
Where’s the meaning and the subtext?
Theirs is no longer a beginning, a middle and an end.
Theirs is now always, only, a middle.
Theirs is life reduced to not even a page.”

“And that is why I must leave.
That is why there is absolutely no need for me.
You see, for me, it’s all in the detail.”

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