Interesting article. I did a series of Zen retreats, where I bashed my head against the narrative idea. This seemed to come back to memory, my life is a story because I remember bits, and stitch them together. I think I cried a lot over this, it's very painful to let go of it. In the end, I have a mixture of story and emptiness. The story gives a structure, but the emptiness of things provides great beauty. It's not a bad compromise.