There are stories that evoke past events, others seeking to win the race to the destination ahead of this with long strides, the need to narrate an event or two, or three, or many data but do not count someone stubbornly insisted on record for fear of falling into oblivion (perhaps knew that one day cease to remember), like a shopping list or a list of New Year's resolutions.
The stories are sometimes hide bits of other stories, present, past, potential to be deciphered, real, invented or dreamed, often contain a beginning and an end, or expand on the slippery surface of a mirror without limits.
I once asked how to know when a story ends and where the next begins, and then to find a reasonable argument in the chamber of my memory, I realized I could not answer. I'm not ashamed to give a response skillful, accurate and precise, those that start smiles of complacency, because when I find a rare look into his pockets, but caused me some concern not understand the logic of such a simple question.
next day working on a drawing I realized that the question was poorly formulated. How to know when a story ends and where the next begins? implies that a story is a link in a long chain of events where time makes a stop in a space unchanged.
I looked at my drawing: The two figures were apparently on the representation symbolic space of a cave lit and telling different stories intersected. Is the figure lying dreamed of drawing the man?, Maybe he was meddling in secret in women's sleep?, "Were in the same space at different times, were recognized at the same time separated by a long distance or lived outside of each other in an identical present?
understood, beyond the meaning of my drawing, which could require an argument: when I write a story rescued a piece of reality or if I stand on the other side of the mirror, I get lost in it, and that reality makes up a large network of overlapping stories, queue, converge, refused, reaffirms, are named, and a long list of possibilities that keep the playing field and magnetic active.
Now I can say, from my limited experience, that when I create a story, or drawing the lines cryptic words, a landmark within those networks and assume different times and spaces affect each other (at the time I feel making a clumsy juggler balancing an elephant memory and a hundred steadfast eyes) that still haunts me a bit is that I do not understand the natural logic of the question that I made that fateful day. Marlo
(from inside a story)
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