I record my life.
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Come with me, reader.
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Kierkegaard says, ‘The greatest lie of all is the feeling of firmness beneath our feet. We are at our most honest when we are lost.’
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Enter that lostness with me.
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Together we will journey. We are disoriented, and all we ever really want is a hand to hold.
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This is true.
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I’m not a fiction, but nor am I a fact, because a fact implies literalness, a fact implies permanence, and someday I shall die.
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Look here.
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This is where I am.
Lying, Lauren Slater