Nature's rage to become poetry.

Grant depth by assuming a hoax. Suddenly the world becomes mysterious; conspiracies abound; you say "Who can it be?" where you might have said, before, "Oh, it's just that one".

Entry for the subjunctive: say "I am lying, I am going to lie". How is this different from "Once upon a time"? Only that everyone with bad stories starts that way. They don't care if you're huddled around a homeless campfire & what you need is a little more anomie than "Once..." & all its medieval certitudes.

To not forget being afraid.