This Autobiography Doesn't Fit On Your Screen:
On the Problem of Non-Linear Description of Linear Events.

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My father died a few months after my birth. As my mother felt lonely in south she decided to move closer to her family. This is how I found myself spending my youth in Lilles, a large and sad city in the north of France.
Section A2,
In Which the Problem is Further Articulated.
The problem with creating fiction on the Web is that, metaphorically, it does not fit here.

Every aspect of the Web conspires against it, everything here is geared towards ease of use, motion, momentum.

(stor'e) noun, plural stories
1. An account or a recital of an event or a series of events, either true or fictitious.

2. A usually fictional prose or verse narrative intended to interest or amuse the hearer or reader; a tale.

I was born on July 18th, 1929
near Avignon, France.
Je suis nČ le 18 juillet 1929
non loin d'Avignon.

As I was quite little no one thought I would live long.
We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say-and to feel-"Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought."

- John Steinbeck

B In 49 years at the factory I never had more than 5 days off in a row. I took those five days off to take care of the funeral of my mother.
I never had the chance nor the will to travel. I never even thought that travelling was possible for me.

Working at the factory was extremely exhausting. All I wanted to do when going back home at night was to have a hot soup and listen to the radio. Now that my life has changed so much I can understand that people other than factory workers have difficulty believing that such a way of living is possible.
I was raised in Roubeaut, France. Population 2,000. I am a former steel foundry worker.

On October 12, 1989 the big crane at the center of warehouse D colapsed. I got stuck underneath for several hours.

I woke up a few weeks later feeling great. Then I realized that both my legs were missing.

I spent the next 13 months in a country hospital near Paris. It was the happiest time of my life. Actually it was the beginning of my new life but I didn't know it yet.

Every aspect of atomized fiction on the Web contains the seeds of its own conclusion.

Every aspect of atomized fiction on the Web must contain the seeds of its own conclusion.
My father was French. Part of his family came from Barcelona, Spain. B
C On the Butterfly Effect.

"Tiny differences in input could quickly become overwhelming differences in output--a phenomenon given the name "sensitive dependence on initial conditions." In weather, for example, this translates into what is half-jokingly known as the Butterfly Effect--the notion that a butterfly stirring the air today in Peking can transform storm systems next month in New York."

James Gleick. Chaos
Natacha and I had similar lives (that's three). She was a hard worker and had very little time for extraneous activity. Her only passion outside her work was nature.

On her day off, usually Thursday, she would take a walk in the nearby countryside. The main purpose of these walks was to collect butterflies. She had a nice collection of butterflies which I never saw but which she described in such detail that I could easily immerse myself in.

I live on a quiet street in Brooklyn, New York
with my dog, Dr. Jekyll.
D At the beginning of the nineties I had no legs but a got more money and time that I ever dreamed of.

The software you are using is called a "browser", not a "peruser".

My name is Hans Hisperico
Three main things happened to me
during my 13 months rest at the hospital.

First I became addicted to television. This extraordinary radio made me realize how diverse and colorful a place the world was.

My nurse Natacha was another extraordinary happening in my life. She took care of me as if I was a child feeding me, getting my medications and, best of all introducing me to literature. This was the second finding.

We inherit plots. . . . There are only two or three in the world, five or six at most. We ride them like treadmills.

- Janette Turner Hospital

My mother insisted that I go to school but I really had a learning problem.

At the beginning of WWII I got a small job in a steel factory near the Belgium border.
The first sentence of every novel should be: "Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human." Meander if you want to get to town.

- Michael Ondaatje

F Hans teaches photography, video, and electronic imagemaking at the University of Illinois. Previous to that, he lived in the San Francisco Bay Area for nine years, receiving his MFA from the San Francisco Art Institute. His work has been shown throughout the United States and in Europe; including the Centre Georges Pompidou in Paris, and the Berlin VideoFest. He has received numerous grants and awards; including an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship and two National Endowment for the Arts grants. I worked in this forgery for 49 years, until the end of the eighties. Because of its undetermined starting points, fiction of the Web and not merely on it must necessarily contain the seeds of constant beginnings. Every writer "creates" his own precursors. His work modifies our conception of the past, as it will modify the future.

- Jorge Luis Borges

My mother's family was from northern Europe. F
This is the time to search Yahoo for butterfly.

This "Butterfly Effect" caught my attention. After this discovery I read a lot about fractals and computing power. This happened during my last month at the hospital. Books and Butterflies

Most of the books that Natacha was bringing to me were on nature. Although there was no reason to look for the word "butterfly" in this "making a new science" book that's exactly what I did. And guess what... There was a whole chapter on something called "the Butterfly Effect."

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