Xan says I haven't been completely honest with you, and that deception will get me nowhere. I think he's overstating the case. It's not that I'm lying, per se, just that I'm carefully choosing what to reveal and when. I call this editing. I call this composition.
I don't like reality television shows where they lay it all out on the line. It's too in-your-face and undignified. My mother used to say, of dressing modestly, "leave a little to the imagination." I am dressing this blog modestly.
I also had a creative writing professor in college who used to talk about the fact that there was no real truth, and that truth was always relative. She talked about writing, and how writers often write a scene or a piece of dialogue, not because it is true in the literal sense, but because it conveys a truth that the writer wants the reader to feel and experience.
So what is the truth I want you to feel and experience? The same sense of mystery, the same puzzle that has to be unlocked, the idea that you may not know for sure what is real and what is not.
What if your best friend, your soul mate, told you something you knew could not be true? What would you do?
