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It's ironic, though, because in my book I try to talk about the way we organize perceptions into stories with beginnings, middles, and ends, how our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're reimagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense. But then, that woman isn't interested in the problem of consciousness and reality. She doesn't give a jot about philosophy. These journalists actually believe they can get the real story, the objective truth, or tell both sides, as if the world is always split in two. At the same time, 'reality' in America has become synonymous with the rank and the sordid. We've fetishized the true story, the tell-all confession, reality TV, real people in their real lives, celebrity marriages, divorces, addictions, humiliation as entertainment - our version of the public hanging. The crowds gathers to gape.