The Persistence of Memory

Possibly the most creative person I have known in my life is a well acquaintance of mine that is a compulsive liar. Seriously, it’s amazing how she makes up anecdotes, memories for which she hasn’t any proof to have ever experienced and yet completely believes them, actually creating a reasonable -and sometimes convincing- background for her delirious stories. But even though her whole personality and life is completely created by her, she will never be considered a creative genius (rather, she will be considered a lunatic) and will never be famous, or win a Nobel Prize for her creations… which makes me very sad because she really, really deserves some kind of recognition. But, the blind faith in her inventions is what makes her a compulsive liar instead of a creator of fiction. Belief is the difference between a liar and a (sane) author.

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