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a dialogue with Marcus and myself
My whole journey is a conversation with my fictional friend Marcus, who sometimes seems more real than myself.
He is my double, observer and interlocutor.
My work is an endless dialogue with the inner, with the invisible.
I keep this diary to preserve what cannot be preserved otherwise.
Val: You’re not real.
Marcus: Yet here you are, still talking to me.
Val: Then who am I, if I see myself in you?
Marcus: You are the one who created yourself twice.
Val: Both times, just so I wouldn’t be alone.
Marcus: Do you remember it exactly?
Val: I don’t remember - I feel it.
Marcus: Then maybe it never really happened?
Val: Then why does it still hurt?
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