Anyone who reads this should know that I have been operating under the assumption that anyone who knows my name could be reading this blog. This has been true from day one.
This is a work of fiction in that it proceeds entirely from my imagination, yet it concerns real people and real situations and real incidents.
But remember, your perceptions of what is real and what is not real proceed also entirely from your imagination.
Some people have the power to speak and write freely, and to impose their imagination onto reality. Therefore, the reality of a person who is lesser in power may be imposed upon by the imagination of others, who do wield power. In time, the imagination of those who hold power can become the reality of those who do not hold power. This is not always a bad thing, necessarily, but in my experience it has been and can be.
I am trying to make my way in this world and often I perceive myself being misperceived at the same time that I am powerless to correct those mis-perceptions. That is also what this blog is about, in some ways.
Do not speak to me unless you are prepared to hear my answer. Be real with me and I will be real with you.
Know that I have the power to write. I could be working on the next best novel, for all you know.
I’m going to leave this alone now. This experimental fiction thing could make a person crazy, although it has also kept me sane, and if I need it to serve the latter function again, I will come back to it.
Until then, thanks for reading, passengers.