I was typing when suddenly a thunder took me to a distant land. Japanese memories at first, then got confused. Ended up belly dancing, crossing the Bosphorus and signing with Dionysius*... took a classical detour, visited a couple of teenage-hits and eventually came back to my writings and ciao. In the meantime, it was raining birds and dogs all over the track. 

* Might be a random fact but Dionysus is called twice-born because he was born from Semele and then, while she was dying, Zeus saved him by sewing him up in his thigh and keeping him there until he reached maturity. He then "gave birth" to Dionysus, thus making him twice-born.

Birth of Dionysus

your dripping skin and mine so dry...I was strumming the guitar (badly) when it occurred to me to sing my poems and then remix them to various sounds. And of course the moon had to be there somehow.

Dry Skin

Every day I wear a self – my self? not sure. one of the many. I choose it in the morning. It’s a kind one when the sun shines on/off me. It’s less kind when it’s greyish outside. Some say there are three selves. Some say there are 72.3 – well at least that’s what I read on reddit. Some say there’s one self for each of the 177 emotions we have. Others – and who are they? – say there are up to 2’052 selves.

But let’s go back to that a self...When we wear that a self – myself? – one self – and here an important question arises: do we wear that one self or does he wear us? – and if we do wear it, or if he does wear us, what do the other selves do? Do they plot against that one self? Do they attempt to overcome it, replace it, flirt with it, make love with it, aggress it, kill it? Or are they just happy to be the others? Or are we all those others apart from that one self we think we are? And let’s supposed that indeed, one self takes over, takes us over, inhabits us for a time being, what do the others – the truly others, the other beings – see of that one self we think we wear, in that specific moment? Do they sense the same self we feel we are wearing? Or do they strip us of parts of it or, maybe, of all of it? and if they do strip us of parts of it, or all of it, do they re-construct us or re-construct an other self or other selves that they think we are, or, sorry, I meant wear – let's not get caught in the unquestionable question of being... And indeed, isn’t it the self and the other and all these other selves just a construct of the constructions we live in? And could we not be none or no one? Or One Hundred Thousand all at once – one and many, fragments of our self, other and other selves.

Nat DC

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