How complex would you want a book if it retold your life?
To explain the intricacy of each friendship, each memory, every experience, how much detail would you want remembered, written?
The thought fascinates me, because you'd need a lifetime simply to read about a lifetime. Minutes, hours, days and even months just to read through the interactions of your own self with other people, from fleeting moments of communication to full tales of despair and love.
What sort of genre would you want your life to be?
Musing over