This got me thinking about Flint, and all the stories written about the place, by me and many others.
"As far as I could tell, stories may enable us to live, but they also trap us, bring us spectacular pain. In their scramble to make sense of nonsensical things, they distort, codify, blame, aggrandize, restrict, omit, betray, mythologize, you name it. This has always struck me as cause for lament, not celebration."
— "The Red Parts" by Maggie Nelson