All art is literally just an attempt at grappling with the fact that we have no way of knowing if the minds of other people are actually real.
any and all attempts to translate your lived experience into something tangible to communicate with other people is an acknowledgement that your consciousness ends where your body ends and what you experience as truth must be translated so that what is instinctively known by you can be even vaguely grasped by someone outside of “you” and can enter into their truth
joanne k rowling, woke intersectionalist: hey bud. listen. you know that evil snake named after an indian story? the one who died? well heh………… get this…………… she’s actually a korean woman…… who shapeshifts. turns out we had strong representasian after all huh? you poc women are going to love this *checks off ‘cho chang’ on her mile-long list of sins*
me, a korean woman who just wants to forget: how did you get in my house
Headcanon: I can muster a cogent argument for why it would make more sense or make for a better story if this were the case
Heartcanon: I don’t have a particular rationale for why this ought to be the case, I just like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the warm fuzzies
Gutcanon: it’s not that I actively want this to be the case – it just unaccountably feels like it should be
Junkcanon: I like to imagine it’s true because it gives me the other kind of warm fuzzies
Spleencanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the author, because, like, fuck you, sir or madam
Appendixcanon: This is the way that things seem to have gone down, judging by the extra notes in the extra notes at the back of the book.
Rectumcanon: I insist that this is the case specifically to spite the fandom, because fuck this popular fanon in particular.
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