Telling stories is fun, endlessly interesting work. We constantly walk through many doors and sometimes bump into walls without knowing how or why. We rack our brains for ideas, flying through as many doors as we can and when we’re able to put it to words we throw it at a wall like spaghetti to see if it sticks, laugh when it doesn’t, and move on to the next. We may not be doctors, but we still want to heal people and make their lives better; we try to give them encouragement to face demons from the future. The audience probably aren’t ducks getting dragged into heists or Cupid shouldering the responsibilities of love, but they will probably find it interesting. Once they get interested, and experience the insanity, the unluckiness, the pervasive nihility of it all, they’ll be greeted with encouragement at the very end.