Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.

Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.

Anything processed by memory is fiction.

The beauty of reality-based art - art underwritten by reality hunger - is that it's perfectly situated between life itself and (unattainable) "life as art".

I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.

To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.

Thomas Jefferson went through the New Testament and removed all the miracles, leaving only the teachings. Take a source, extract what appeals to you, discard the rest. Such an act of editorship is bound to reflect something of the individual doing the editing: a plaster cast of an aesthetic-not the actual thing, but the imprint of it.