Post-modern musing. Fiction within fiction, kind of like an updated French Lieutenants Woman. Reminds me a little of the verbal sparring in Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, hence the post-modern label. What if your life were a novel you could create and erase and revise as you chose to - or do you do that already, in your imagination? See what that looks like in a real life setting, played out. How far do you let your imagination play out in your real life, and what is the responsibility of a writer to the people he draws inspiration and material from? Should everyone look at a character based on themselves objectively? Or is it just semantics sugar-coating an attitude toward life that condones using people casually for "work"? Might make you ask the question, is fiction reality? Interesting like a crossword puzzle is - entertaining mental gymnastics, but stranger, and some tips about writing you probably didn't get in English 101. Incessantly flirting with life's seldom-considered, but perhaps always present, questions.