We do not know how this narrative will end, or if there will be resolution. The characters have remained the same, though sometimes you think they've shifted. There is quickening and instinct, reasonable development; and there is foolish meandering. There is furtiveness and lingering in the woods or in dark, forbidden places. There are hands raised mid-swing to the tune of foot- stomping; hands raised in protest, or claw-like and scrabbling. Someone is exiled or banished, and someone is always trying to return. Someone's heart is always breaking, or always on the verge.
That’s the good thing about the “Dramatic Theory.” You really never can tell how it’s going to end. I think if I could have known the future about some things, it would have been unbearable. My heart has been broken. But it seems to be more resilient than I first thought, because here I am, out in the world and moving forward.
Luisa, you can see into my head!
Or we are on the same wave length… :)