Ad Marginem

That was Dorothy Dandridge's unrequested burdeon: to live without knowing she was living. She had an income, a job, a neighbour, a flat, a lover, a hope, a pet, a past and a story to be told... yet she was absolutely unaware of it. No, perhaps she wasn't human... after all, she lacked that consciousness that differ the human from the unhuman, the real life from fiction... maybe she was just a character in someone else's life; whether she had or not knowledge about it, was absolutely nobody's problem, since she was, in every other aspect, as thorough and complex as everyone else.
That was Dorothy Dandridge's unrequested and silent quirk: to live without knowing she was about to die.