The Stories We Dream Of
Some people don’t like anonymity. They look at a fake name as a shield, behind which people can’t be accountable for their actions. Behind which people can be whoever they want, and not have to fear the consequences. They rant and rave against those who feel the need to hide behind this barrier, that aren’t sure enough of themselves to brave the storm that the public can bring with them. The storm made of others with this same power, with this same buffer between their actions and consequences. Their actions and the real world, separated by a thin film, one that they see as unpuncturable, invulnerable. Some people come charging in, wishing to puncture the film. Some, behind the veil, some aren’t hiding. They aren’t trying to stay invisible because they wish to hide, but instead because they wish to be heard. Because sometimes, only through being someone you aren’t, can you be heard. Because the stories you wish to tell, can sometimes only be heard with the phantom chanting of a cr...