why do one often find things looking nice and simple when one looks at the surface, but once one decided to ply and look beneath, each layer gets uglier and ever more complicated? what would the last and final core be like then? would one know? or rather, would one ever want to know?

here's a story i want to tell.

here's a story i am telling.

here's a story i've just told.

here, its your turn. what's your story?