Born behind a windshield

Our fascination with fictional characters in books, film–is it because we’re dimly aware that we don’t understand the people around us, in our own lives? Our mental models of those people are usually wrong or woefully incomplete–we can’t share their core experience. We don’t understand their subjective dilemma. We try to understand through fiction, through metaphors that we hope might explain the enigma of people around us.

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