"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." -E. L. Doctorow
"A novel is never anything but a philosophy put into images." -Albert Camus
Once upon a time,
I moved into Stratford Court
and quickly discovered that my room-roommate
was a living, breathing form
of one of my characters in the book I'm writing.
It's been fascinating talking with Kami
(or, as I call her, "Aiata")
when I'm acting like my main charry, Cho.
I get to see how the two would interact
in real life.
Making them all the more tangible to me.
Kami/Aiata is gifted in cooking, analyzing, kindness...
And she's amazing with designs.
Just looking at these penna etchings she did on my hands,
I feel like I'm in my main man's (Toraj's) desert home.
I feel like I'm in my book.
Am I crazy for having so many muses living inside me?
But... aren't we all a patchwork of people?
Aren't we walking quilts of the ones who've sewn us?
{♪ "Ne Me Jugez Pas (Volodia Remix)" © Sawt el Atlas}