The very first thing that happened was… well, insofar as I am recording the events, and the qualifications and restrictions are mine, the very first thing that happened was my idea to commit a petty crime. I suppose, with a different designation, a different perspective or intention, the whole thing would be described differently, and even the first event – if there is such a thing – would be different, and maybe by the time I have exhausted myself in telling it, I will see that my story – yet it is barely a story – is merely to benefit me and in a manner of using the language I know and knew best. The language of me and my world. Now and then.
In reality there are limitless ways to do it. There is simply too much of it, not too much reality but too much language with which we describe it. Furthermore, I am right in there, in the story, embedded amongst others. I am not the detached observer. So, be warned, the story will have a ghostly quality, a sense of indefiniteness. Unreality. But please, remember, being a fake is not my nature.
–by Seán McGrady
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