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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.
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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. You are between the body and the soul.
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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