It is very difficult to know how to begin. That’s before even considering the related,
concomitant questions of where and when.
And let’s not even think about the other questions: what terms to use? What limitations to impose? What to reveal and what to hold back? Whether to respect conventions and arbitrary
codes? To acknowledge the inherent
falsity of tales, and their place in this world of ours (overspread by infinite and ever-revolving constellations)? How much to pretend?
Does one need to know, on beginning a story, what it is
about? Can this actually be known? Even how it turns out or whether an ending is ever the end?
It’s hard to say.
Reality is the incantation of lies.
