I think we right about things which we have no idea about because if we wrote about our own lives we would realise how sad or unexciting or secret our lives are.
There is some unbearable feeling to telling our own story when others’ are so much better.
We right about things we don’t know because it is much less painful to imagine than to address.
As writers of fiction we become fiction ourselves because we pretend a wisdom which is not really there.
Black and white and inky ghosts.