And the stories we tell ourselves are not the only stories.

Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is comforting. She has stories without beginnings, stories that trail off, stories that crisscross and contradict and dead end.
Toy is the star of her stories. Events orbit her like a constellation.

I'm far from the world and I see it like a brightly lit ball in the distance. The sky behind it is mostly gray. It starts in silence, but I can see the people. Everyone is in a hurry. They're racing around the globe. They each hold a thread, like a bit of string, and it unravels, covering the planet. The buzzing starts. The buzzing gets faster and louder. They're all racing to one spot on the earth. I'm outside of it and I can see everything. I can see every person in the world racing to a single spot on the earth. The buzzing is all I can hear. It gets so I can't take it. Then I wake up.

We've really grown together this season. There's been some rough spots but we've pulled through and now we're playing for a championship.

At first I thought there was some tension between us with the new guy coming in, but they've done a great job adjusting to my system, working with me and embracing me. I really love these guys and I'm sorry we ended this way, but they're great young men.

It's likely that by the end of the year, the staff will recommend to the commission that the commission propose changes.