I have something to confess: fictional characters have conversations in my head. I also experiment by scrambling words together. I talk to myself. I spend over-long in my own chaotic imagination. And occasionally I catch glimpses of people who, objectively speaking, aren't there.
It's that last one that really got me thinking. It happens like this: I'm walking in the woods on my own. I'm lost in thought, probably exploring the lines of a story. I catch a glimpse of a person standing next to the path. It doesn't strike me as odd. I am already several paces on before I think about it directly. Then I stop, retrace my steps...
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