Where do stories come from? Mostly from the places babies come from. Birds, bees and angels. But far too much credit is given to alternate/inebriated states of mind, solitude and staring at mountains; far too less to people around us.
Sometimes, people are tools that you open cans of stories with. Sometimes, people are the cans of stories. We put the people we meet through the steps to see how much they hold, turn them sideways, upside down, claw at the corners to get every last nugget, every last crumb. Then, it is time to move on. There are no steady streams in this world, no constant muses.
Sometimes, we measure people in stories and find them short. And, that is how we gather the strength to move on, to a fresh new perspective, to a fresh new can of stories.