Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth.
Alice: Why?
Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals
In a world that prizes clever wordplay over the truth, is nothing good for itself once it’s put up for display? What I write…does it reflect what I am at all? If it’s all a bunch of lies, is there something in the lies that really, truly capture reality? Or is it just false through and through?
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