When I write or read I hear a voice ask - where is the truth? Is it in the final word or is it in the transition from the first thought or impulse? Or is it when it is finally read by somebody for the first time? Is the truth created in writing or reading? Whose truth would it be? What has the word become? A point in time as frozen words, like a picture? A picture has a story before and after, and if the reader were to be part of it the picture...
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