Olivka & Boyarin
Olivka
Hey Boyarin, have you ever thought about how the stories we keep alive—whether they’re in ink or just whispered around a fire—shape the way we see ourselves and each other? I feel there's a kind of quiet power in the way those tales keep communities together. What do you think?
Boyarin
Stories are the scaffolding of a society, not its heart; they give structure to our identities and, if one must admit, keep us from drifting into chaos. The tales we cling to are a privilege—those who refuse to remember are the ones who lose the ability to claim a lineage. So yes, they bind us, but only because we remember to honor what came before.
Olivka
I hear you, Boyarin, and it’s true that stories keep us from wandering too far. They’re the quiet hand that steadies us, reminding us where we’ve come from and what we’re meant to be. Still, I wonder if there’s room for new stories to grow alongside the old ones, so the heart can beat a little differently while the scaffolding stays strong. What do you think?
Boyarin
New stories are inevitable, yet they must be measured against the weight of what has already stood. If you throw them in without reverence, the scaffolding crumbles, and the heart loses its steady rhythm. So let the old tales guide the new, but never let them be forgotten.