Life imitating art, or is it the other way around?
Sometimes, I read a story and marvel at how an author is able to capture so well the way that life unfolds.
Reality can be just as strange, moving, and unbelievable as fiction.
A writer doesn’t always have to invent stories, they simply need to notice what many of us often overlook.
What do you think? Does life imitate art, or does art merely reflect life?
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