Journal Entry: Sun Mar 25, 2018, 5:57 PM
Writing. Not dead. Hi there! Wondering what Borges would have made of the phrase 'invoke often'.
I'm recalling quite clearly reading the autobiography of a man who never existed. The narrator is a fulcrum, and the scapegoat of the imagination. If strongly presented, the fictional can seem real. Perhaps it is 'hyperreal' if one feels like being charitable to continental philosophers (I don't recommend it). The fiction fades, but the footprint upon the mind persists, returning to known forms and relationships.
I feel like I'm on the verge of something profound, but with inadequate preparation. Perhaps this is merely the character of spring.