our human right to honor all the unspoken and unspeakable things in our lives—it’s a difficult line: reality is all we have to love. Berger knew that the presumed binary between the real and the imaginary was a false one; it was not reality as opposed to fantasy that he was honoring in this line. And not realism, either, as a moral or as an artifice and aesthetic—but: reality. The reality of our lives, the material realness of them—in the world, and to ourselves.
