Look out your window. You must admit, it’s a beautiful day.
See them? Way over there. Past that pair of trysting haikus and the crowd of obese novels all screaming for Dostoevsky to come out and play.
Just keep going. Over Alphabet Hill. Let your eyes wander deep into the Forest of Words.
Now, look closely. You see them?
Those aren’t deer you’re seeing. Those are real stories out in the wild.
– Robert Paul Moreira
