A Letter Late At Night
by Iddhis Bing
“I go to bed and then that man sits in the next room and continues laughing about his own writing. And then I knock at the door, and I say, now Jim, stop writing or stop laughing.”
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I maintain that, looked at from a particular perspective, anything is a fiction.
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A mentioned in my first entry, I'm not sure I write microfictions - but I find them everywhere. This is an excerpt from an actual letter, written by You Know Who, and it reveals, to me at least, an entire domestic world.
He was writing Finnegan's Wake.