Everything has to start somewhere. I’m a fan of origin stories. I love to know where it all began, watch things unfold like a flower in the sunshine until we reach the pinnacle of showy bloom, see our protagonist arrive at a moment wherein our timelines cross and we are sitting across the table from them. There is a pleasing emptiness to beginnings, a place where anything is possible, there could be anything hidden under that uncarved block, waiting to…