Should an autobiography be the last thing I ever write? Or would it better be off written by the closest person to me?
Then again, no one would write a book about themselves in the scenario wherein the entire text is riddled with their own biases and perspectives. Although books can never escape worldview-induced presuppositions, especially those detailing oneself, would it be the best case scenario that, in the possibility of my inevitable passing, I simply leave it to the few (or no) persons to compile the events of my life, albeit with their biases instead of mine?
Or is it all futile and in vain as no one would ever read a biography of some unknown, obscure, and frankly irrelevant adolescent off the southwestern coast of a tyrannical ocean set in the nomenclature of peace?
Would it perhaps at least be fitting for an unaccomplished failure of a writer to end his production with his final perspective? At least in this specific path would the last mounds of recognition be attained.
Or will it still remain in his relative's basement?