shape of stories

We all love a good story. And one that we seem to like a lot goes like this:


If the higher you go up the vertical axis, the better off you are (happier, more money etc), and the horizontal axis represents the passage of time, then a lot of stories in books and movies go a lot like:

  1. main character starts off ok
  2. main character faces bad thing (e.g. monster)
  3. main character defeats it eventually, maybe with some help from friends
  4. main character ends up better than the beginning, having learned some lessons along the way

This is a bit formulaic to me. The story that suits more my style is when a character goes through a steady decline. This is more realistic and close to my heart. Also somewhat more romantic.


What usually happens is that the main character finds out he or she has some illness and it never gets better. Or something like that.


art and science

What is art? What is science?


Are they really different things? Or are they really the same thing when we examine closer?

We inherited a habit to categorise things. We do so as a way of survival: we save time and energy (or at least we think we do).

When we see an apple, we categorise it into the things that we can eat. When we see a dog, we categorise it into the things that move about and make noise. When we see a chair, we categorise it into the things that we can sit on.

But can we do this similarly for things like art and science?

there is something about the night sky

Or just the thought of it that makes life interesting.

Is it the sense of adventure that it gives?

The idea that there is more than the things we already know?


My attempt to draw a night sky. The faint yellow circle is the moon. The small dots are the stars. The black blocks are buildings of a city that I live in. And the yellow rectangle is the light from my humble home.

This drawing is not entirely accurate: for one, the building I live in is not the tallest in the city, though I would like to think that way. And I rarely see the stars, maybe due to the smog and smoke a city generates. Or maybe because I never go out and actually look at the sky. But from this perspective of my drawing, there are bodies of light far, far away from us, that we see as specks of hope.

I guess I am more of a night person than a morning person. I do like sunlight, it makes me look less pale and I feel happier in the sunshine, but does that just mean happiness is a distraction to the truth and true adventure?

I digress.