Malcolm Devlin

Isn’t it beautiful how stories can work like that? The subtle way they help the teller, the subversive way they reach the listener, how they creep inside you like waking dreams.

I found myself with him, but he wasn’t the flag on the horizon I steered toward. He wasn’t what I was looking for, he was someone I found on the way. And sometimes that’s enough. You find someone going the same direction as you are and it’s all the connection you need when the world had turned as much as it had.

when you say you’re going to tell people a horror story, they sit up in their chairs defensively, waiting to see you fail. When you tell them it’s a love story, they relax, they open themselves wide