I heard myself say it and instantly knew that it was one of those moments of unexpected and total transparency. Without being involved in a struggle of some kind, I have no way of knowing where I am or what time it is. Somehow I can't trust any of the markers that other people use. The words bit the morning ethers and evaporated, all misty. I started to regret every drama I had ever enacted. "Don't worry about it," she said, "Drama is the air we breathe, the dominant narrative needed for the What Is Real about humans to take shape and move. It's a shared language. The question is 'What are you trying to say?'" She was laying it down in a serious way. And that's when the event horizon started to quiver.
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