This was the most difficult aspect to capture. Words are so much a part of who I am. Always have been. They were my first friends, accompanying me from childhood to adolescence to adulthood. They whisper me to sleep at night and sing in my ears first thing in the morning. The last thing I'll see before I die is a word.
There is no part of my life where the words are silent.
Finally, I decided to capture a pile of all the words currently lying around my house. Reference books for work. Art books. Travel guides for Spain. Yoga books. Fiction titles. Notepad where I jot down ideas. Magazines. Letters and postcards sent by a friend. Even a printed copy of my own personal project.
My heart beats faster to think all these words are mine.
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