"... any piece of reality can be manipulated to become a fiction."
I think I've figured it out. It's not so much fiction that results from manipulation, it's more like surrealism, which I guess is a form of fiction when it comes down to it... but just an attainable sort of fiction, one that you can grasp, one that exists, one that you can be sure of.
The weather I think is the epitome of such a manipulation. It alters the mood of the world around you, affecting the way you feel, react, or don't react. The weather has this distinct ability to strike the "unreal" chord in you, one that you cannot ignore. All of a sudden you find yourself not really existing at all, but at the same time you've never felt so real in your life. You're put into a daze, co-existing with time as it slows down, slows you down, making everything clear to you. Just like that, you've realized something that you hadn't before, maybe you haven't even noticed it before. Whatever "it" is. It'll hit you at that moment. What do you feel? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All that remains is the gushing of all the endless thoughts you've once made in your head... unraveling, becoming completely untrue, yet the most honest it's been for the first time. And so the weather has done what it set out to do. It hoped to do, knew it would do. It has challenged your deepest insecurities, washed it away for you. In that sense, is my heart really still made of diamonds? Am I becoming more human? I'm challenging myself.
This weather, this so-called manipulation has reached an intangible fiction.
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Though its contradictory at first, read at a level of sub-reality rather than surrealism it is much better understood.
However did you come to this theory, i wonder. very insightful post, i really like.
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