The mosaic of life, and the constitution of this world are unbelievable. If I meet a person with multiple faces indulging in multiple speak, I often wonder if the Creator has put the wrong pieces together. Maybe it became a composite whole after some time, but yet doesn’t make sense. Is the person a perpetrator or victim?
I spend afternoons with a lot of raw material, but cannot decide how to put them together. My earlier creations look with derision, as they mock my ineptitude. That is the evidence I would like to destroy, and let is serve as manure to refreshed creativity.
I hope I get it right this time. I hope I complete the novel before the deadline.