“ Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth. ”
This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.
~ Johnny Rich
Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.
The characters act for reasons that they can’t control and, as readers, we have to believe in their motivations, their sense of choice and in the reality of their suffering, even though, deep down, we know it’s all just puppetry on the part of the writer.
I stare out at the real world projected on the windows
