Names and Pseudonyms, Truths and Fiction

Sometimes it's hard separating names from pseudonyms. Sometimes it's hard separating truths from fictions. Sometimes it's hard living in my head, where perception and reality mix into some kind of notion and symbolic understanding of the world around me - my realities tend to mix with other realities, perceiving happenings and things that never existed.

My friend said to me last night 'you confuse the world as it is with the world as you think about it, talk about it, relate to it and describe it. for on one hand there is the real world and on the other hand there is a whole system of symbols about that world which you have in your mind. however useful these symbols but like all good things they have their disadvantages.. the principal disadvantage is that you confuse them with reality, in the same way you confuse money with actual wealth, just as you confuse your name with the self.'

I set out to write a story (Amazon Kindle? Self-publishing schemes?) and wrote a ton of third-person fiction but I wrote in some facts. I quoted myself in the third person and called it fiction, but it stunk of happenings that have happened or that I perceive to have happened, at least painted in a sense of illusion.

It begins:

'He knew he had the ability to get away with heinous crimes on the internet, and he knew he had the ability to influence people into heinous actions. '

It ends:

'Again and again the news reported victims, crimes, and ties to a syndicate with an unknown benefactor and visionary; time and again he practiced operational security and told no one. Nobody knew of the campaign; the people within the campaign had no knowledge of the hands that fed the machine, and no ability to report to The Man any facts that would trace back to our Actor. When their computers and phones were analyzed in investigations, IPs and geolocations and pseudonyms led the investigation down rabbit holes that couldn’t find anything.

He led this life for exactly one year, repeating his little victory a total of seven times before shutting down his activities ‘while he was ahead of the game.’ He then led the rest of his life until he died at the ripe old age of 72, in a cloud of plausible deniability.'

Is it worth publishing? Is there any net effect or gain? Is it as pointless as anything else I could have done in the last few hours? I want to net net some kind of difference or some kind of effect, but in this world of people expressing themselves freely without gain there's less and less listeners to persuade.