As a boy, I often considered themes and concepts that were, perhaps, unusual for a child to observe. In my later teens, these observations became more mature and articulate as I discussed them with friends and family. But these psychological, philosophical, and metaphysical ideas lost their wonder when I grew out of my childhood. I found them growing gradually stale and cold. And yet, they regained that childish awe when these concepts were personified in stories. It would have been one thing for George Orwell to discuss power hierarchies and thought control in a political nonfiction book, but these ideas took a more relatable form through a fictional narrative told in 1984. By cementing ideas in narratives, I found them to be revived from numb intellectualism. Human experience, after all, is our mother tongue.