And so we have stories. We have speculative stories, because worlds other than our own are sometimes easier to see the truth in. We have ecological stories, whether they’re beautiful and full of renewal and hope, or whether they presage death, or whether they remind us that nature is wild and will outlive us, whatever we do to it. We have feminist stories, whether they’re magical allegories, folktales, narratives of horror and resistance or visceral combat. We have stories with monsters, of course, who bring hope and community and conflict. We have stories of survival, be they quiet, furious, hopeful, desperate. And we have stories full of beauty, because sometimes we need to be reminded to love and live, whether twisted fairytale, fireside fable or family saga.
And so we have stories. We have speculative stories, because worlds other than our own are sometimes easier to see the truth in. We have ecological stories, whether they’re beautiful and full of renewal and hope, or whether they presage death, or whether they remind us that nature is wild and will outlive us, whatever we do to it. We have feminist stories, whether they’re magical allegories, folktales, narratives of horror and resistance or visceral combat. We have stories with monsters, of course, who bring hope and community and conflict. We have stories of survival, be they quiet, furious, hopeful, desperate. And we have stories full of beauty, because sometimes we need to be reminded to love and live, whether twisted fairytale, fireside fable or family saga.