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    I just hate to feel like this. I hate to feel like the fact that you called me could have been anything but genuine. It could have been an accidental pocket or drunk dial, it could have been a joke with your friends, it could have been a moment of loneliness, it could have been anything but real. And I don’t feel real; I feel like I’m made up… I feel like a fragment of someone’s imagination -maybe not even yours. Everything I do is out of a desire, I go back and forth, to feel real, or to reimburse this feeling of surreality. Somehow connected to you. I guess that’s what artists do or something. All I know is that I would rather live in a painting, a photograph, a movie, or a book than in real life. I don’t even know if this feeling is wrong or magical.

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by Glory Szabo

a book is a book is a book is a book is a life.

In this project, I mix fact and fiction to comment on and relay my own life by posting prose and poetry. As a writer and performing artist, I make up story-lines based on what I get exposed to, and leave the context to my readers' imagination -I think it's fascinating to realize that sometimes people's lives are parallel, sometimes they are perpendicular, and sometimes they just simply intersect at one random point. Furthermore, much of what I write here is essentially brainstorming for the novel I am currently working on. Consider them thought doodles. Consequently, your reaction and feedback can influence whether a particular piece will be included, if that was the intended purpose. If you want an interview with me for your newspaper, zine, blog, or school project, please contact info@gloryszabo.com.



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