A Shroud for Laertes

My warning to myself is also a warning to the reader (if there be one)]. Every story ought to be considered first as a story for this very reason. Whether one calls it a story, a novel, a memoir, even an affidavit, it is a whole before it is true, false or a mixture of both. But how can I claim that I want to be accurate and yet say that the story is fiction? Am I pretending to accuracy while writing a false story? Or may I claim that the story is psychologically accurate? Or are all accounts of a life true and false at the same time? I will consider that as I read this story, I may see the true (as I perceived it) and the false (as I perceive it now), and true and false might meet someday and greet each other in wary friendship.