it is a short story from the perspective of the man i would write about were i to write about this. it is his reaction to the story i would tell, his imagined response to something i have not published in the new yorker.
however, as someone who writes about and researches the way we write stories of lives, i am intellectually fascinated that the way i am currently best able to tell this story is through a four-page monologue attacking myself in his voice.
it is easier to inhabit his version of me than my own.
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