Life Of The Author

You.

You lived many years ago.

You wrote many things. Most I will never see, as they were private, boring, or both.

But you wrote stories, for money, art, both.

They have been read and reread by many people before me. And also after me.

You wrote of things that were clearly symbolic of people different from you who at the time were not seen as people. But you did not make it clear if you agreed with that (and thus wrote for them) or disagreed (and thus wrote to mock them).

This makes reading you hard.

But not impossible.