This is a work of fiction … and yet …

I have always believed that in every beginning, an ending is written.  The idea that right from the first moment the story expands to include all that will come from the encounter, and then simply waits for you to catch up. It is a desire to believe in the fates, in muses, in gods throwing the dice – the romantic notions of an atheist who never fails to be moved by the idea that we are strutting and fretting our hour upon the stage, but wants it to signify something.

This blog then is about an ending, about catching up to oneself finally.  It is also very much about a fated encounter, about working backwards from its conclusion to reveal the story of two people who in their beginnings did not consider how their ending would be written.

It is a work of fiction … and yet …

Published by Eidyia

I am only three things for sure - an Atheist, a Feminist, and a Writer - one who obsesses over the grand themes of love, memory and connection.

2 thoughts on “This is a work of fiction … and yet …

  1. I see you are just beginning (or ending?) your blog. I appreciate your craft. Thanks for following mine. Look forward to more.

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