The fictive creations eventually all become truths. If truth is to be strived for, then the best thing is to live within a world of fiction to the greatest extent possible. Let the imaginary become real by embracing yourself in new ways – ways you imagined weren’t possible but now suddenly were. Disconnect and reconnect forever until there is only a semblance of a reflection of what once was, forever more. We imagine as we foresee, and foresee as we roam further onwards into each other’s fantasies. That is also a veritable challenge, as someone else’s imagination might actually be getting closer to yours. That is one possible “ultra-truth” – the temporary merging of fictions in cataclysmic passion. When that existential fuzz-fizz evaporates, new trajectories become obvious, as two dissolve and become one plus one plus one, in an infinite possibility pasted on colourful imperatives and invectives. What remains is no longer merely a memory but actually already someone else’s truth. Go figure. Figure it out. Figure it in.
