#1: Stuff about stuff.
They asked me to write stuff about stuff.
Because, you know, that’s what I do, and even though you ought to know at this point, I want to make it clear right away: I write. You read.
I don’t particularily believe in all this ‘we are all part of a big becoming-process’. I’m sure you made some efforts on your part to get into this Not-DUF-controlled FictioNet-channel, being able to endulge (and comment on) it even from Cull Haven. And I could be impressed. So it’s all about freedom of speech, thought, discourse, whatever, here, right?
Except that it’s not.
I am offering something here, that is my honest approach to be an appealing liar. Seriously, getting out of the aurashadows of DUF-manufactured Particles of Fact, so to speak, does in no way mean you reached the shores of independent truth yet. After all, admittetly, there is this distance between you, my dear dirty dirt-digging monster, and your’s truly: The writer.
Of this column, at least.
The way I see it, you are probably working the mines, in a honest, hummy, my grandfather-would-have-loved-to-participate-in-a-barfight-with-you-kind of way. And why wouldn’t he? You can do stuff! With your hands, minds, feet, and all those weird parts of your bodies that you couldn’t come up with a name for that stuck. Right, monster? After all, you didn’t even bother to name your particular species; we defined the whole bunch of you as being NOT-human, so you must be a what, monster? That makes sense. After all, you are digging the mines, I am writing – as in, putting words together, making stuff up, naming things.
But, at the bottom line, the thing is: I am not doing anything, actually, right? It’s not like I’m building bridges, saving children, practicing magic for the good of mankind (or your unnamed kinds). My existence is a luxury that we all can afford, because, let’s be honest, we could do worse in Catherineborough.
So why not let the guy write, I mean, he could grab a gun or something! Sticks and stone, all that.
Still, while you are here, don’t think this is anything close to the heavenliy kingdoms of free thought. I will try my best to get these voices in my head in your head or, at least, unleash the small guy with the big hammer. This is all just a spree so far, obviously. But since I was asked to write stuff about stuff – Feel free to comment on it, feel free to not re-hack into this channel, bless me with the gratification of judging this as a shameless self-promotion – but I’ll do just that.
Serious content incoming.
Right.
I am not fiction.
Baruch Caan