And
who's to tell which of my stories are true,
which of them actually took place, and which are
mere constructions of mind. I'm a
paramnesiac,
a storyteller, a writer, and if it didn't happen
quite the way I said, does that matter?
You tell me: which of the following writeups
happened as I wrote them, (or close
enough to be considered true), which are compilations of events, and
which are entirely fictitious?
Can you tell?
What makes you so sure? And is it
untruthful, then, to
write as though I have
experienced these things? I never say:
This is
what happened to me, I swear it happened. I
never have to claim
experience, survival. I just
put forth a story, a description, sometimes real,
sometimes pasted together from various internal
sources and
extrapolations.
If it reads as truth, does that make it into
something that exists? In my mind, these things
happened, or can, or will, or should happen,
whether to me, or someone else, whether
I have transported characters or livened them up
or silenced their obnoxious voices, nothing I
write is entirely fiction, but not everything I
say is entirely true.
I can't be the only one doing this, I will find
myself reading writeups that aren't explicitly
nodeshell rescues or stated to be fiction, and I
wonder where the noder found the parts to compose
the whole. And how much of it is truth, how much
fiction, what's the balance? How much is really
the person, although I could argue that the
selection and inclusion of certain fictional
elements hints at a truth in the human.
And in the end, how much of it actually happened is not really important, as
long as I can believe it happened, as long as
the lines between truth and fiction blur into
a delightful storytelling.