Time

Often in my own writing I worry needlessly about how people will make connections between my words and my real life. I write fiction, and therefor, try to maintain some sort of elaborate fantasy behind all of my creations. It is common for the reader to try and pry behind the meaning behind everything, of course; but there are simply times when themes from the real world do not tie into the fiction.

Oddly enough, the biggest culprit behind this is time. I've more than one strange scenario in my real life that has mimicked things I wrote long ago. Admittedly this may be my brains way of making sense of the two separate worlds; but it leaves a spooky feeling none the less. It's always been said that art mimics life, but one has to wonder if perhaps life begins to mimic art to some degree.