I could probably wax philosophic for a thousand pages on the ways that fiction can help us understand, articulate, and interpret our realities, but this fun little example happened the other day so all you get is a sample anecdote:
My beloved and I have been watching Farscape (a fun Australian sci-fi set on the other side of the galaxy), and after my weekend off we sat down to an episode called “Through the Looking Glass”. In it, the spaceship of the main cast makes an error exceeding light speed and splits into four parallel dimensions: besides the “normal” dimension, three variations appear, tinted by colors. In the red dimension, everything is unsteady and nauseating (hindering the body); in the blue dimension, loud noise disorients (hindering concentration and communication); and in the yellow dimension, everything is inexplicably hilarious (even if it shouldn’t be).
The parallels for my caregivee became apparent when he came in (mid-episode) to tell me about all the jokes he’d pulled over the weekend, such as telling the cashier at our favorite barbeque joint that I was absent because I “got mixed up with some Arab girls and ended up in jail.” But he reassured her that he’d taken care of it and I was out now.
His red days are the days when he can’t keep his balance, his blue days are when his memory is especially confused or his aphasia especially pronounced, but last Sunday…
Sunday was a yellow day.