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I post this because I want not only to share it, but I want to keep it close in my mind, in my heart as both a writer and a human being. It is true, it is right, and I hope the day never comes that I forget it:


You know the thing about turning history into myth? It makes people believe that these things never happened, these things were never true. Take it one step further: suddenly we become replaceable, interchangeable, lives and memories and stories and histories (hair and skin and blood and bones) fodder for your plagiarism, convenient backdrops for your stories- a book of myths in which our names do not appear**.

Turning us into magical unicorns, orcs, a handy spice rack with which you can ~flavor~ your realities and imaginations, all while erasing ours- this is respect? Please. Look me in the eye. Say it again. I'll warn you right now, though: I am not that inscrutable.

- [personal profile] glass_icarus, only our life, our life and its forgetting*

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