Not sharing true names is my favorite thing about being a runner. I like the idea of stories and I hate the idea of truth. Names—real names, fixed names, government names—are too concrete to be made into a story properly. You say, A man named Diamond Jones died trying to eat a mountain and that’s why there’s a crater in the wastes. And someone says, Actually, I checked, and there’s never been a man named Diamond Jones or According to his obituary Diamond Jones died from cancer, not mountain-eating.
