Michale Ende, I'm guessing, wrote the story of wrting stories
I'm guessing, because I've never actually gotten to the end. It's not a joke, it's probably just my innate need to be unconsciously symbolic. So no, I've never finished reading The Never Ending Story.
Nevertheless, today I strongly believe it's truly the story of all stories, it's the story of writers.
How can you - ever- finish a story?
And I'm guessing here each writer, pseudo-writer, person with a pen in general, has their own particular reason why it's impossible to finish a story. Mine is this: I just never get around to it. I am basically a begginings junkie. I love suspension points so dearly I squeeze them into every single paragraph, and I can't imagine trying to transform all of them into ... words.
I get sleepy. That's another reason. And it's starting to take over me right now, and this all of a sudden seems absolutely pointless, and I am so sure it is all such a waste of time.
But really, ending stories is such a cruel act, I feel the loneliness that will creep over me once all the worlds are done and closed. New doors open new doors, and the world becomes thinner as universes converse. It is, nonetheless, and even because of that, a sin. It is such a sin to leave them, unarmed like images with no sound under rain and sun.
I've read somewhere that "real poets don't finish their poems, they just abandom them." But I am a cruel saint, and I cannot see the small plant become part of the forest that will surround it once I leave because... well, because things grow in concrete left to its own accord.
I have never died. And never having died I cannot truly understand the nature of the ending. The most silent, the most sober of the many gods. I'd give him a dark cloak and/or a grey suit, had he been my character, and I'd send him to live in caves by the sea. I have never died, yet I desire apocalyptical surges inside my bones, for I understand the need for final fantastic failure.
For love, fiction. for memory, fiction. for health and sanity, fiction oh so much fiction. And for the ability of ending, what else could the answer be? So pretend, as he said, to be able to end, and fiction your way out of finishing a story: this is when you pretend the story is over, and so it ends.
