A Collection of Thoughts, Feelings and Late Night Rambles

Fact or Fiction

After you've read a book, it can be difficult to reconnect with the real world. To tear yourself away from a universe you have been a part of, no matter how long. To break away from characters you know better than yourself.

You can never really believe that those worlds and characters only belong in the pages between the book.

Characters are made of ink and paper, people are made of flesh and bones.

Which are more real?

The people around me who I can bump my shoulder into and feel their skin against mine or the characters whose feelings I understand so deeply within my own.

Most people would say it's simple really; books are fiction; humans are fact.

I am not most people.

Fiction and fact. Truth and lie. How do you know that the fact is the truth? How can you prove that when you tell me this apple is red and I says it looks more green. What if fiction is the truth? If the characters exist within my mind, are they any less real?

Colours exist solely in my own mind. Does that mean they are not real?

Pain exists solely in my flesh. Does that make is less real to you?

My emotions exist solely in my heart. Does that not make them real?

Characters exist within us while people exist outside of us. So which is real?