As a writer, I cannot call myself a writer, author, or any other professional label of putting together and producing words. Once the label and definition is in place, the experience declines, life becomes a mission to find interesting topics for means of inspiration, parenthesis/fake inspiration worthy of air quotes (the previous statement would be more concise and academic if I had just used real words). quotations and parentheses instead of rhetoric). The flaw in this means of inspiring writing through experience comes from the approach; I lie from the beginning of the paragraph because I don't see anything. I concoct a story and I do research, I have a goal before the task and this goal bastardizes and mutilates life, my life, into analysis of the idea of ​​living. So as a writer, I cannot become a writer if I want to remain a writer, because as soon as the transformation occurs, I am no longer writing a story, I am preparing a work of narrative research or worse, I am creating a review. .You see, I already wrote the story, before living it. My inner story exists and I only fill in its holes. So when written history begins, it is only an imitation, a forgery of an earlier article that was written in a realm of conjecture, prejudice, and analytical hell. This writing, the writer's writing, is basically a farce based on a lie that is the result of a personal melodrama. My life is prostituted and presented as a worn-out shell of something that never existed, what I present is just an abused husk of opportunity. From a purely logical standpoint, the practice of selling and marketing a second-hand whore's life is both counterproductive and difficult. I'm lazy and chemically dissociated from the world and... middle of paper... what living things have is not their history. They are not the ones who created the stories. They created nothing. What happened were actions based on desires produced by need and instinct. It is not creation that occurs, and it has more in common with reflex than with reflection. This nature of life as it occurs is what murders the past and the future. All planning is present planning formulated from reaction, and all looking back is reaction to present madness. Everything that makes up the non-writer is based on a utilitarian vision of what is necessary to have a present moment. As a writer, who refuses to be a writer, while still being a writer, I am obliged to think and observe. I am compelled to process and create. In a Faustian way, I sold my present because it will always be used retrospectively and will only exist as something that can be future and, by that definition, is past..