Been reading an H.P. Lovecraft bio, and I find that we have a great deal in common when it comes to our aesthetic philosophy and tendencies.
One thing that caught my attention is his attitude towards realism in fiction. His contention is that reality should be the province of philosophers, and that fiction should strive to provide a world that reality does not provide us unfortunate mortals. I’m increasingly drawn to this conclusion myself. Reality does not become more engaging upon closer examination, in my experience. It loses its luster quickly, and the sparkle cannot return.
Perhaps it’s time to put this theory to the test in my own creative work. I’ve spent most of my career focusing on the examination of reality. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me these days.
On to other worlds?