The pinnacle of literary expression is the short story. It is the novel boiled down to a poem--- a poem with longer hair, an essay's curls. People are clouds which get tired. Instead of changing, instead of shifting with the wind, we slow down on the first flight of stairs, preferring to take the elevator. Even a basketball star breathes heavily after a minute. We remember novels. Everyone who remembers is a novelist, writing and remembering as easy as breathing; literary skill depicts the embarrassments of others and this happens when we lose at basketball because we got tired. We couldn't keep loving someone--- not because we got physically tired. We were a cloud and the wind, which blew us, made us disappear forever.
