I was just thinking about a romantic story centered around a couple of
gastronomiques who share a passion for cheese, and the crowning,
romantic, music swells moment would be the relucantant part of the pair
finally offering the nose of the cheese to him or her.
The dilemma for me, with a story like that in my mind, and the obvious
potential that has for fun drama with a real person, is whether or not
I'm violating copyright by migrating lines from the imagination into
the real world.
That's one of the essential questions, for me, of existence. When large
parts of life are experienced as a novel narrative, how do people
either successfully disassociate themselves from life's meta layers and
live in each moment, blissfully ignorant, or so successfully enter the
narrative that they have an almost clairvoirant sense of the flow.
Right now, mostly, I feel in between - aware of the narrative, but
still experiencing the actual moments within as real.
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