I Really Did For A Few Weeks

As Such, Anything Is Always Possible, Even If Your Protagonist Is A Plumber. But It's The Possibility, The Limitless Possibilities, Of Any Fake Life, That Make Writing About It So Challenging.

We're Not Saints, Any Of Us. Maybe Somebody Is, But I Don't Know Those People. But We All Know People Who Behave Very Smugly And Are Very Egotistical And Put You Down As A Manner Of Improving Their Own Place In The World Or Improving Their Own Place In The World.

We Want To Believe We Couldn't Be Replaced, And That The People We Love Are Irreplaceable.

The Belief That One's Suffering Has A Greater Cosmic Purpose, And Is Thus More Exciting And More Noble, Well, It Made A Lot Of Sense To Me.

I Used To Have A Really Sharp Memory. And Its Loss Has Proven Destabilizing From An Identity Perspective.