Once upon a time, many of us felt the urge to tell epic stories about groups we were seen to be part of.
In performance, this meant that sequences of displayed images were daubed with broad brushstrokes.
Some of those enactments were resonant. Others might have been less useful.
A moment came when an umpire blew the whistle. The big dip of stories was shaken up.
At present, more folks feel bold enough to tell stories that are more personal and possibly less predictable.
