this is part of me writing a paper

The magical evening light. I'm at the synthesis phase, the trying to pull 500 years of history into a storyline phase, the working-on-order phase. I am eating astonishing quantities of popcorn. I am drinking Diet Coke with Lime. I am stacking and rearranging hundreds of pages of photocopies of out of print books and articles and uneasily eyeing a stack of several dozen books hiding behind the couch.

The world is alive. The sunlight, itself, is shy and alive. The tablecloth hangs just so in the other room, and the blinds sway almost imperceptibly on a tentative breeze.

I think Josh's questions about the stories we inhabit are very, very important. Please go comment on them.