I wanted to be a great short-story writer.
But I am an unbelievably bad liar.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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3 comments:
Qu'est-ce que c'est un mensonge, mon vieux? Samsara te mente chaque jour. Et, surtout, comme tous les hommes, tu crois ses mensonges. C'est la vie; c'est vivre.
I meant that I cannot make up stories, scenarios, conversations, etc. I have no imagination, and it takes imagination to be a liar.
Ridiculous. Here on your website, every narrative, every choice inclusion, every translation, every essay, every analysis, every piece of art, every selection of every blog comment, every chosen photo, every taken photo, every selection of every megalith or Romanesque/Gothic sculpture is an act of imagination. The Romantics believed the Imagination was the ultimate Truth.
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