:: in press ::
i've never been one to write much. all my life i've been told that what was set out for me was something by all means different, at all aside. and still, as with most things, i found it hard to stay on just one side of a dicotomy, to choose one path over another. i opened a blog one day, for i could no longer understand myself through only one tool, through only one me. a green, pixelated space recieved with no special grace a clumsily organized set of characters supposedly meant to mean something. but, by then, i knew that such a way of being -and being shown-, allthough necessarilly mine, was neither entirely mine, nor entirely me; that neither all that is 'me' nor all that there lay could honestly conclude with my name. and so i found that having this other name and writing in this other languaje were just means of making the strange my own, and my own, strange. but yet another burden was to be found along the way, despite the aparent conciliation between two paths that were never to cross, for my nimious little self struggled still to make its way through the swarm of serious accusations against 'me' that almost on a daily basis saw the light. this new linguistic me gave no way for the stubborn clown-like thing always behind my eyes. since i cannot hold myself down, and it is not entirely the same self that speaks at all times, i opened yet another blog, yet another me. and while i'm just as often one and the other, for those who read, it seems, that there is just one or the other. they may not be necessarily wrong.
coming in through my ears:: Pro-test// Mia