Not so long ago, I used to write on a journal on an
almost daily basis. Nowadays, it’s safely kept inside a drawer, but I don’t
write on it anymore: sometimes I read it, when I want to remember who I used to
be, what I did and how I saw the world I live in.
Currently, I bring a paper sheet and a pen with me at
all times, in order to immortalise what I feel at a certain moment, the
pictures caught by me eyes and/or that could be part of reality.
So, why not register here – in a place that time
cannot erase and humidity cannot ruin – that other me person? My other self
that I am able to make appear effortlessly, not intentionally, just because it
wants to surface.
Welcome, all of us who open this door for the first
time and, I foresee, will become good friends. The key is on the table, so we
can use it whenever we want.
