letters from marn

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Why?

The way into the self shifts constantly. The experience of looking for the entrance while trying to live like a normal person is all but a blur.

Common sense tells me to keep a log. I tried. Really.

The only time I bother organising my mind stream is when friends express concern.

What’s in it?

In every letter, I share cooking hacks, good reads/ music/ tv, and revelations from the mundane.

I bring you behind the scene for work in progress and reveal my internal dialogue.

I will also inform you of beakies available for adoption.

Correspondence? Discussion? Note to self? Whatever they may be, week after week, the letter must surely form a pattern that aligns the stars.

Seek and find

I hope these letters become part of the conversations we could have, asking questions, while each of us journey in looking for our owns answers.

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More on why

Stitching beakies by hand used to be a pain, and still is. Though a few years since, I’ve come to realise the struggle is a journey.

Initially I didn’t know where I was heading, I only knew I was seeking.

I was looking for a kaleidoscope through my half closed sleepy eyes. I was looking for the voice of contradiction when I was sure I’m right. I was looking for a silence that isn’t noisy.

Eventually, I’ve come to recognise—through art— I was journeying into the self, hidden beneath my skin.