And by the way, it is the only terrain of the storyteller. Storytellers, whether they are conscious of it or not, wish to alter reality. We are not so interested in changing the image that flashes on the great LCD screen of the world. Mostly that's beyond our control. We could march, or protest, or fill out petitions to get the screen changed, but it's faster, ultimately, to tell ourselves a story about what we see there.
而且,思想是创作故事的唯一土壤。讲故事的人会有意无意地想去改变现实。我们不是想把现实中大屏幕上惹眼的图像换掉,大多数情况下我们都是有心无力。我们当然可以游行示威,写信请愿把那屏幕换掉,但说到底,更快捷的办法是给自己讲个跟眼前的事物有关的故事。
I sometimes forget I have to power to change that story. My mind drifts as idly from thought to thought as my eyes drift from gas pump to pinup. What occurs in this exchange between the world I look upon and the story I tell can happen so fast, can be so habitual, that I can lose track of who is telling the story I am hearing. The moment I remember, the moment I see my mind as a blank page on which to write my life, I am the author once more, and my life is mine again.
有时候我会忘记自己有改变故事的能力。我的视线四处游动,从汽油管飘忽到半裸少女,我的思维也跟着漫不经心地跳跃。把眼前的事实创作成的自己故事,这就像我的习惯一样,一眨眼的功夫,我已经分不清我到底是在创作故事,还是成为了故事的主人公。等我回过神来的时候,等我空白的脑海重新回想起自己生活的时候,我又重新成为故事的作者,重新回到了自己的生活中。
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