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I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world.
Anonymous
who are you?
I cannot accurately articulate myself in the form of a “who”. I have a name, an address, which are both really irrelevant.
My existence is amoebic and fluid; any subjective terms used to describe myself today would only be contradicted by tomorrow.
