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"I think there is, yes. It's quite simple; you write about one person at a time,
and you show what you're writing to said person, on a regular basis, so that sh
e can let fiction go through her life, and get a sense of empowerment. That way,
fiction meets reality, art meet life, and we break free of the solipsistic nexu
s."
"It's a kind of therapy then"
"If you want, although it wouldn't deserve the word, because it's not about heal
ing."
"Isn't there some healing happening though empowerment?"
"Well I don't really believe it's about healing at this point, since we're not d
ealing with a past stuck in our narrative; we are changing the narrative, rewrit
ing it. The past we lived is still there of course, but there is another one, th
at coexists with it where some of the events that we have issues with did not ta
ke place, and things went differently. This parallel narrative is not just in ou
r mind, but in the minds of all who read the story and imagine it. Thing become
reality if we share them."
"So the narratives we'd be writing, would have to be published."
"Obviously. Of course the readers won't know exactly who the main character is i
n real life, and this is the whole point; they just need to know that there is a
person out there that is 'carrying' this narrative. But she of course would kno
w her story is out there, and that it made way to people's hearts and mind, and
she would be empowered from that."
"It's quite interesting I have to say."
"Thank you."
"I myself don't write though, even though I would like to some day."
"Well you're still young. How old are you? I'd say you're 27."
"Close enough, I'm 26."
"I'm always good at guessing people's ages. I frighten myself sometimes. Althoug
h I'd wish you were older, like 31 maybe."
"Come on! She's just the right age." Jamil interjected, "we are the ones who are
too old."
"You're right there. Unfortunately."
Pia got the hint, and the compliment, and smiled. I smiled back. I said to mysel
f that I had to find a way to get out the attraction I felt for the moment I saw
her come in. I had to find out what attracted me, and rationalize it. Maybe it
was the fact that she was taller than average, or the way she stood straight, an
d the kind of self-control her attitude betrayed. Maybe is was that thick dark h
air, the eyes, or the plump lips. They might all be part of the reason one would
feel instantly attracted to her. But being that close to her I realized what I
unconsciously noticed as she came in and sat down across from me on the other s
ide of the bar. Pia was not full figured but her appearance made me think of som
ething. It made me think of those Mother deities that archeologists found all ov
er Europe, that even neuroscientists like Ramachandran studied to discover the m
ysteries of how art and civilization started. She had wider hips than average, a
nd the effect was more pronounced with her sitting on a bar stool. And there was
something else, that think I noticed unwillingly as she appeared at the entranc
e, for even though that dress hugged he figure tightly and maybe even, precisely be
cause of that the cleavage was too deep not to make think of the breasts on those V
enuses, and deities that History has found, and historians admitted of being at
the origins of Art History.
"Do you like art?" I asked hastily, becoming aware that my silence did not go un
oticed.
"I don't much understand it, especially the contemporary part of it."
"Well I said" breathing an inner sigh of relief "contemporary is somewhat a spe
ciality for me, I would like to see you again, and talk about contemporary art"
I proposed hoping that with time my attraction for her would transform in shared
cultural activities.
"I would like that."
"Perfect." I smiled.