Have recently been in a mood for narrative arcs: binge reading of Dark Knight Returns, Watchmen, Promethea, Tom Strong, and watching first half of first season of Community. Shapes of stories. Spurred by reading Grant Morrison’s book and recent thoughts of Silent History v1 and v2.
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Father’s an archer. He’d aim for a cloud in the sky from across a football field.
He’d destroy the center of the target, lodging arrows deep into the spine.
So he’d sharpie a new bullseye, where the arrows could land clean.
I remember once someone watching him shoot and chiding him for being far from the mark.
A proverb might say:
It's not for the spectator to know where the mark has been set. Nor for the archer to claim—after—they were aiming where it hit.