Once Upon a Time.

We celebrate content that is auto-biographical in nature. Now more than ever. Whether it’s the content shared by friends on social media or the content shared in the albums released by the biggest artists of the day. So much so that peoples private relationships are now playing out, more or less, in real time, in front of our very eyes. But how authentic is this authentic content? I appreciate that me pointing at the authenticity (or lack thereof) of modern culture is not a new nor original take. But I do so not to mock or ridicule, but instead to use this observation as a starting point of inspiration.

What if I were to play them at their own game, what if I were to write a body of work that was truly autobiographical, spelling out the mundanity of my reality. A reality, I’m keen to add, that I am very fond of. Without relying on metaphor to express myself. Without leaning on escapism.

Even if just for myself I believe this will be a fantastic creative exercise and I have no doubt, a challenge.