REALITY SEPTA
This is a letter, a completely fictional letter,
that I composed and left on a seat on the R6 train.
In doing this i was attempting to play with the boundaries
between fiction and reality--a subject that is very
interesteing to me ever since I heard about Orson Well's
radio broadcast "War of the Worlds." This particular project
is not as shocking as Orson Well's program, nor is it designed
frighten. This project is meant to play on melodrama--much
like the ridiculous reality shows that are on television.
Leaving this fake letter on a train for people to
read will, I hope, trigger the emotional
sensabilities of at least one traveler. It is meant
to portray an actual account of a woman who is
suffering from a fatal disease and has thus been
jiltted by a man who she loves and who she thought
loved her. I'm not interested in any kind of
statement about love or death, merely the manipulation
of emotions--and I feel like the construction of this
story lends itself adaquately to such ends. There is just
enough expositionto allow the reader to get a sense
of the situation, and there is enough left out to let
the reader imagine for his/her self the extranious
background info and the outcome of our dying hero.