Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting
Only other people can make you feel real.
You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news.
There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.
It's hard to get justice in the real world. It's possible in fiction.
What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.