Real-Time Memoir
What would it look like to write a memoir in real-time? It would require a kind of real-time record keeping and interpretation of my activities, sensory impressions, and emotion. Even the boring moments would come through, stretches of focus on ordinary days before anticipated events. It’s tempting to say I’ll write a personal essay when I go to SF next week, but I should assume there will be no time in coming months to focus deeply on a piece of longform literary writing. The memoir is live. Prose has to happen in the moment, instantly crystallizing. My notes have not been personal. I suppose I fear someone will read them and find themselves in them. Are these risks real? Why not have logs just be the hyperlucid accounts of all conversations, regardless of who is implicated? Even if they cared, over what time frame would they care, and if they do, over what time frame will I care that they cared? All these thoughts are either 1) flimsier than paper, or 2) eternally lodged in the deep memories of an ASI, so not sure if I should loosen up or burrow.