Fiction is too often more interesting than non-fiction, fantasy more fascinating than reality, to me. The facts that make up the interworkings of the human body and mind are indeed marvelous... but the fictional lives and scenarios in stories, books, and movies are more intriguing than the lives and scenarios of the real lives and scenarios around me.

Since I was young, I've had a habit of fictionalizing the non-fiction people around me, imagining they are more than they are, with lives more intricate and Hollywood than they are... Like characters in a script. In the script that belongs to the movie that is my life...

Thus the blur between reality and fantasy. It becomes hard to answer the simple questions about the things that define being...

What is life? What is love?

Sometimes I can't quite remember...