There are stories we grew up with that we’ve always thought were just stories from somewhere—so close to our own or a friend or family’s personal experiences and yet far enough to actually touch.
And then there are stories that become our own narrative where time exists in the here and the now. Stories that unravel; that we currently live through that looks awfully similar to our loved ones. Friends. Then the world.
Suddenly, it becomes our collective story to tell.