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Most of it is true. The rest of it is fiction. It is not a peek into my life. Most of the true things in it have happened a long time ago, while some only occur now, presently. Most of the fictitious things are a mosaic of what has happened to real people in the real world, while some of it might have happened to someone somewhere, without me knowing it. Rather than a diary it should be read like a novel, in the true spirit of Oscar Wilde: "It is the spectator, not life, that art really mirrors." A writer can make a mirror, as clear or as distorting as his skills and wishes allow it to be, but what one sees in it is whatever the one seeing is equipped to see.
To take what is seen on the silvery surface as a representation of truth is dangerous. A mortal man cannot craft an omnipotent narrator. Neither can he be trusted to understand one. In order to have an objective mirror one would need an objective maker who could be objectively understood by you, and there were too many requirements for objectivity right there for it to be in the realm of possibility.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all," we ask, time and again, and hope the mirror answers us truthfully. And yet it is your own voice, not that of a Magic Mirror, that answers. What you see in the mirror tells more about you than it does of the real world. Make sure you are equipped well enough before you take a peek.
Oh, in case you've seen the banner before: Yes, I changed it. All of it.
With love,
Tobias
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