|drawing by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.|
Vonnegut was known for his short stories: stories that needed no context for digestion, interpretation and that "Oh, so that was what he meant" moments. You just know what happens in those stories, you read them and you don't question them. His writings transfer you to different places, tells different stories with different voices and points of view. His short stories are quick, dirty- intricate, painfully striking and worth remembering.
Plus, he smokes unfiltered cigs. How cool is that?
Maybe, I get the same feel. I am certainly no Vonnegut but the power of short stories is simple and amazing. Maybe, living in short stories is not a bad thing. Maybe, in short stories, we get to pick different endings, use different punctuation marks to same stories; paint our canvasses with different brushes and use different hues. In short stories, we get to keep little memories present with every writing. We get to copy and paste that same exact one and put it into a new timeline and help create a new memory still linked to the previous one.
Maybe it's just escapism. The longer novels I read are good but if I had the chance to write, I'd still pick shorter scripts. That way, we get to make things quick but reliveable. Of course, you can take longer novels and re-read them, but there's still a difference in rereading and rewriting. I'd rather write you in a shorter script than try to keep you floating, just floating in a vaster sea of paper and ink. Or, rather, digitized 1's and 0's.
We get to keep a million versions of summer and sun in quick 10 minute reads. Hence, rinse and repeat.