
Reality, reality, reality, reality.
So, are essays real. If reality TV is not reality, are essays reality? Apparently, an essay is a "theater of the brain" where "ideas are protagonists". Does that make it more real or closer to reality? I will stop bombarding you with questions as I spoil it for you: essays aren't real, at least according to David Shields. The essay is personal.
Apparently, nothing's real.
There was apparently a guy back in 2008 that started writing people's life stories on the back of their postcards. The guy said that it was hard to portray the lives in a way that does their stories justice. The guy writes about them, no matter how unreal the stories are. He just asks questions and stuff gets written. We can clearly see that reality isn't really a concern, it's the "reality" of each individual that matters. The guy states that "everybody's life story is interesting if you ask the right questions," which, in accordance to some stuff I've mentioned before, mean that it's not reality. If you try to find the interesting, it won't be real.
Reality, reality, reality, reality.
I'm at a very sensitive point in my life, so I shall stop here.
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If you're not dead, be thankful.
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