lecture two:

Truth is subjective. It is the subject, fiction, and the object is you. Don’t object, gentle reader, but settle back into the space of metafiction; learn to be comfortably uncomfortable with the notion that biography, and perhaps especially autobiography, is categorically untrue. Either that, or it’s at the very least one-true. “There’s an ethereal quality to this,” he says, and I rather suspect this might be delightfully, convincingly untrue. Fiction must be compelling, or it disappears. Now, how best [sic] to embrace the mystery?