I’ve done it. I wanted to finish on the 10th anniversary of True’s birth but… well, at this point, I’m happy I managed to get it out at all. My English is broken and my editing skills are bad. The… Continue Reading →
In the Overture to In search of lost time, Proust remembered the moments of confusion he experienced as a little boy when he stayed at his grandparents’ house. He would wake up in the middle of the night and his… Continue Reading →
“Homo duplex, homo duplex!” writes Alphonse Daudet. “The first time that I perceived that I was two was at the death of my brother Henri, when my father cried out so dramatically, ‘He is dead, he is dead!’ While my… Continue Reading →
The characters in my novels are my unrealized possibilities… That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed border… Continue Reading →
“However, a creative [wo]man has no choice. [Sh]e may come across [her] his supreme task almost accidentally. But once the issue is joined, [her] his task proves to be at the same time intimately related to [her] his most personal… Continue Reading →
It’s the 10th anniversary of my second birth! On this day, I celebrate life in its imperfections, its cracks, its ugliness and darkness! On this day, I celebrate broken mugs, plastic bottles, old unfashionable clothes; I water weeds, let insects… Continue Reading →
Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before. Only fragments remain. Junot Diaz One’s true birthday should not be celebrated on the day when they were born, but on the day they… Continue Reading →
“Because of its place in our psychic life, a remembered adventure tends to take on the quality of a dream.” Georg Simmel ______ True was born out of a nightmare which was born out of a dream. All the attempts to write about her falsify… Continue Reading →
I’ve exiled myself. Removed myself from my country, my friends, my family, so I could find out what I was truly made of. This is the answer: I am made of dreams. Dreams, fantasies and nightmares were in the very… Continue Reading →
The events described have happened in real places and been experienced in flesh and blood but the consequences of the events are not yet fully known nor understood. Upon continuous reflection and investigation new evidence is emerging and the narratives… Continue Reading →
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