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It is not a matter of seeing more. These notes arise not from a compulsion to capture and categorize, but from an intimacy with the world: the arrangement of dew on a blade, the gradient of warmth across a sunlit stone, the infinitesimal twitch as someone examines its reflection. Every event is a divination, a…
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A Raindrop Called Tear, A Child And The Ineffable… Short story (7000 words/.pdf) available on request subject to my approval: A short story, maybe a children story, it is not prose; it is more like a call, whispered from the heart of silence. It doesn’t tell a story; it spools time like thread from a…
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not because anyone asked for it, not because the world hinges on its completion, but because it is the silent kernel at the heart of my being. It is a slow, anxious sedimentation of a need. It is my work, these are my children. I raise these unfinished things, with a sort of contradictory devotion;…
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previous meanings dragging behind them. Stories and observations must be told, must be opened like windows to let life rush in; even if no one is listening, even if the words get misinterpreted and return home wearing different clothes; that’s the law of gravity in this house of skin. Language distilled into coherent lines that…
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to give form to the silent urgings that would otherwise dissipate, unsaid, into the hush around me. Each day is a negotiation between the unseen world within and the resistant world without; i translate myself into words and know that even if no one comes to witness these artefacts, the work is not for nothing.…
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the act of chronicling is not a futile endeavour, a way of marking time while the world slips past unrecorded and unremarked. To transcribe this strange, flickering sonata is not to control it; the act of writing does not still the chaos, nor does it grant any special dominion over what passes before my eyes.…
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always in search of a language delicate enough to catch the whisperings of that which waits beyond the horizon of comprehension… I am a dream, an illusion, a paradox, a riddle, from which stories and situations arise. Please always remember that everything you see, hear, feel, think, smell, taste, and sense when you encounter life,…