I heard a story about this on NPR a while ago, and since then I've spent a lot of time wondering how I would sum up my life in six words. One of my favorites is by Stephen Colbert: "Well, I thought it was funny."
I'm really into the discussion of what constitutes "memoir"; it always brings me back to junior year English and reading Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried and the discussion on truth the novel provoked. Can exaggerated, subjective, even fictionalized "truth" be "truer" than a factual recounting of events? Blurring the line between fiction and non-fiction, where does memoir fall, as a genre? Vladimir Nabokov's works also brings this question to light, especially in his autobiography Speak, Memory in which he plays with memory, time, color and truth as malleable, tactile entities, all collaged together.
My turn?
Grow wings. Buzz around. ______ ______
That's about how far I am in life right now.
Before I fill in the blanks?
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Fluttering across the radar, passing into your life
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