“So, in 2016, yes, 2016, I started a project called the Teahouse–so, The Teahouse was about serving Tea and was to operate as a cafe in some capacity but it went much deeper than that for me.” I decide to pick up my pace, seeing how intently the Skeleton listens–this symbol of death in many...
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“The characters are simply born out of me—voices from within myself–yet are extensions from me to the reader—and the reader hopefully will find themselves in them. We are all pieces and extensions of each other—and these voices and characters happen to have a life of their own—and who knows, maybe they all jus...
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Once I finish blabbing, I see, my skeleton looking at me aghast–as if betrayed, manipulated. “So, are you saying…? I’m not real… I’M JUST A PUPPET FOR YOU!? WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST SAY IT, HUH!? HAVE THE COURAGE TO SAY WHAT YOU WERE FEELING UPFRONT WITHOUT USING ME!?” It marches, tossing off its ha...
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“Continue… I understand… tell me more…” the skeleton again strums its ribs,. “Ahh, a note of suppression, denial, longing, separation. There’s a slow beat… “Indeed.. that’s exactly what it was. From being a toddler, to a child, a teenager then an adult, I have always been in awe of ...
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