There Is No Light Without

At The Most Difficult Moments Of My Life, When It Seemed That Every Door Was Closed To Me, The Taste Of Those Apricots Comes Back To Comfort Me With The Notion That Abundance Is Always Within Reach, If Only One Knows How To Find It.

As I Travel Through Life, I Gather Experiences That Lie Imprinted On The Deepest Strata Of Memory, And There They Ferment, Are Transformed, And Sometimes Rise To The Surface And Sprout Like Strange Plants From Other Worlds. What Is The Fertile Humus Of The Subconscious Composed Of? Why Are Certain Images Converted Into Recurrent Themes In Nightmares Or Writing?

You Spend The First Part Of Your Life Collecting Things ... And The Second Half Getting Rid Of Them.

How Many Times Have I Told You Not To Believe Everything You Hear? Seek Truth For Yourself.

Writing Is A Process, A Journey Into Memory And The Soul.