Stories don’t come from a machine: they come from people. They’re not stamped out of steel, but rather crafted around a campfire. Or in a corner. Or on the train. Or over Facebook. Stories are not available on demand, but often are born in awkward situations. Stories can last forever, or be as transient as the stranger you talk to at the bus stop.
Stories live in writing, in words, through music, in poetry, they can be told in architecture, in touch, through whispers or a shout. They can traverse boundaries of language, geography, culture or disability, although sometimes they struggle to be understood between two people next to each other.
But stories have to be crafted, nurtured, developed and shared. Because if we don’t share them, what are they worth?
Stories don’t come from a machine: how do you find yours?