Fiction and reality are not opposites. They are related, and like all siblings, hate being told they look alike.
Birthing and dying are both painful, messy. A book is in many ways like the faulty flesh of our bodies. Must it break itself open to be revealed?
There is just one fundamental difference between art and the body. Suffering is not the same as pain, nor ecstasy the same as pleasure. Suffering and ecstasy are transmuted into art, even religion, or it kills the host. Pain is without meaning.
“Long live the new flesh.” -Videodrome."
- The introduction to Words of Traitors. Help us make it a reality.