Aug 3, 2011

The Epic in My Mind.

If only it were as easy as parting my head and pulling a book out of it, because all I've done lately was to write the epic in my mind. What can I do if my hands refuse to participate? I think there's a genius in all of us but nobody, nobody ever sees it.

That is why I wanted to write an epic of the ordinary, to normalise some issues and elevate others. But I wonder if I'm not crazy to bear such great ambition. I had an epiphany of my mortality the other day: I would write the book and then die. It must have been a consequence of channeling everything into the work; but nobody, nobody ever sees it.

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