a collection of memories begins with the first entry.
in every diary ive ever had, this was my mindset. i have entries written in all kinds of mediums within my belongings. im not entirely sure how i still have some of these (not that ive moved a lot, but ive lost a lot of things over the years) and im also not entirely sure how ive managed to keep my memory intact for so long considering my situation (brain damage moment) . . .
nonetheless! all stories have a beginning, but do all have an end? isnt the end of a story just the point where a writer stops writing? when does fiction become nonfiction? the universe is so large; for all we know, star wars could be real . . . hopefully not the disney sequels though.
on that note, id like to introduce to you something ive been wanting to impliment on this site for the few days its been up and running ; a collective of stories of no particular genre. is it a memoir? that would imply they are relatively true. is it sci-fi? that would imply they are fiction . . . and probably impossible. what do you call a collective of metaphors? metaphors that-- reading them --would keep you wondering if they were real or fake? poetry?
well i suppose youre just reading poetry then.