This is actually pretty brilliant.
I think it might be about feeling/having imposter syndrome, and as something artist most often have.
To that extend you end up locking yourself away in hiding for a long time, and eventually beliving what you may think of the worst of yourself... that you forget and can't actually recognice yourself anymore.
Perhaps bc his books was written in such a way that it was a mix of reality and fantasy- that fantasy in the end is just another way we humans has made reality reflect back with other eyes/ways.
..in the end it shows that going outside again, and getting recognized for his work, for the forst time ever, and sharing and hearing thoughts of fellow writers of their own perspective on the world and writing, -it sort of made him able to grasp reality or actually enjoy getting back to reality again... he found himself again.
What he enjoys and thrive in.
I think it might be about feeling/having imposter syndrome, and as something artist most often have.
To that extend you end up locking yourself away in hiding for a long time, and eventually beliving what you may think of the worst of yourself... that you forget and can't actually recognice yourself anymore.
Perhaps bc his books was written in such a way that it was a mix of reality and fantasy- that fantasy in the end is just another way we humans has made reality reflect back with other eyes/ways.
..in the end it shows that going outside again, and getting recognized for his work, for the forst time ever, and sharing and hearing thoughts of fellow writers of their own perspective on the world and writing, -it sort of made him able to grasp reality or actually enjoy getting back to reality again... he found himself again.
What he enjoys and thrive in.