An Ever Blurring Space

In a room enveloped by the curious blend of fact and fiction, one question lingers.

“How much is real?”

No matter the manner of expression, the line of demarcation between life and art is seldom solid.

Rather it is an ever moving, ever changing, ever blurring space in which Perception reigns supreme.

Oh, Perception, she is a dangerous mistress.

She rarely remains in the same space for long.

Instead, she flits hither and thither, gracing all with her playfulness.

With such shape-shifting flirtations, the only constant is her consistent distortion of reality.

A version of this piece was previously posted on “Maggie Writes Stuff.”