Last week, I attended my first ever protest, where at 28, I was 20 years older than many of my fellow protestors. This protest, the School Strike for Climate Change, came at the end of a week where I’ve been thinking a lot about the future, and the nature of stories. Specifically, I’ve been thinking a lot about the stories we tell, the way we tell them, and what the impact of those stories are. With that in mind, I thought that this was a story worth sharing.   In 2018, I completed my master’s thesis, a hybrid critical/creative piece titled Reading and Writing as Representations of Agency in Dystopian Fiction. Its title was dry ­– it was an academic thesis after all ­–…