In a world addicted to speed, I blur the moments into one unholy smear.
~ Ann Voskamp
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As soon as a moment passes, the truth of that moment is also gone. There is only the teller's version of the moment. Or the tellers' versions.
In fact, maybe there is no truth in the moment itself. Maybe the baggage we carry and the lenses through which we view events in the world as they happen compromise the accuracy of our accounts.
So, what does this mean? That we shouldn't attempt to share what has happened? That everything we say is at worst a lie and at best seriously distorted?
Nah. It's just stories. It's all just stories. Blurry, messy, creative, fictionalized reality.
So have a little fun with it, already!
But not if you're called into court. You can get in uber trouble if you fictitionalize or fictionate or create a fictography too much in court.
There is a fine line between creative recollection and lying.
(pause)
Actually… in some cases it's not a fine line. It's more like a humongous speed bump.
