Flashing neon lights and nagging phone salesmen on shrouded corners

It's just like Foster wrote, whether you realize it or not, information from whatever you're reading is seeping into your mind. Surely you've read a book or watched a movie and been straight away able to point out the evil-doer and the famed hero. Have you ever been able to think ahead and know exactly what's coming? You could perform such a psychic feat by realizing that you'd heard the story line or plot somewhere before. I know that I've read numerous books and thought, that'd be perfect for my such and such as of yet to be created character! Or, my word; that was such a superman-like move!

I wholeheartedly agree with Foster when he writes that there is only one story, even if it is a bucket full of squirming eels. It is entirely possible for only a single story to exist, because everyone adds to it. It really is the never-ending story, poem, song. History is also a story when you think about it. People learn from the past, both the good and the bad, and they will never cease. History can communicate morals just as well as fables and gingerbread crumbs. What villain doesn't resemble the grinning, grandmother-eating wolf from old or that little blond trollop that decided she was entitled to everything in our house?

Just as these characters are still with us today, so too are the words that we only wished we could have muttered into the phone when that last annoying tele-marketer phoned. Or maybe you've just thought up a great comeback to a taunt that's preceded your scathing masterpiece by hours. Everyone's had such moments. Those times when we wanted most to say something witty or sarcastic, but suddenly our brain stopped short and we looked like a gaping fish. All this and more lies deep in our mind, writing a story that may never be read aloud, but shall exist all the same.