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Literature is neither static nor two-dimensional.
It moves because we move, changes because we change. Literature becomes us, and we become literature. From the moment words leave the pen's tip or the lips, they are fixed in moments of creation, units of meaning we meant to impart in those specific instances. Whoever receives those words, by whatever medium employed, has their own perceptions, their own mental lexicon of meanings and mental associations. Interpretation occurs, rightfully or not, in the recipient's mind.