It all started where I am now in a way, just another cycle on the spiral; art and transparency and personal life, and art again. It seems that the written word somehow always catches me and finds me, even when I myself have problem finding me.
It isn't just important to me to create, it's equally if not more important to me to narrate how I go about doing it. Maybe the writer in me gets caught up in the fear of being lost, and so in interferes every now and then.
A lot has happened since that first post, I could fill books if I was to write all about it. This blog as a whole seems to be writing its own story about me though, even the gap years of silence, they too tell their own little story.
I don't have a plan for the blog, I never sat myself out to write methodically or with a certain goal in mind. It has always been about therapeutically expressing myself through giving me a little and space and a break. I am grateful I kept it this, most especially since I have discarded many different accounts of mine, platforms, and projects during those years.
I can't imagine where I would be in two years from now, let alone in another 12 years. I suppose I'm just keen on keeping that venting with words thing, this truly seems to be my my art and passion.
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