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So yes, this were a necessary piece for me to write.
Not to take control of the narrative: for, I neither believe in there being only one version of any story, despite what dictators would prefer; nor in control, another fiction people who give themselves titles aplenty like to hold on to.
But in order to respond to violence with art.
With all the risks of being accused - ah, hello again, old friend - of being accused of artem, of artifice.
So I shall write, with my kind of writing.
At the risk of being accused of writing itself - that taking down, inscribing, recording, taking note, is nothing more than a deferral, a refusal to remember me.
So, a writing to forget.
Perhaps.
Though it is not as if one can decide what one forgets, that one can will forgetting: if we could, we might all finally be happy. But we might just have to leave that to happenstance, chance, maybe even to Tykhe herself.
In the meantime, all I can say is: quod scripsi, scripsi.
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So yes, this were a necessary piece for me to write.
Not to take control of the narrative: for, I neither believe in there being only one version of any story, despite what dictators would prefer; nor in control, another fiction people who give themselves titles aplenty like to hold on to.
But in order to respond to violence with art.
With all the risks of being accused - ah, hello again, old friend - of being accused of artem, of artifice.
So I shall write, with my kind of writing.
At the risk of being accused of writing itself - that taking down, inscribing, recording, taking note, is nothing more than a deferral, a refusal to remember me.
So, a writing to forget.
Perhaps.
Though it is not as if one can decide what one forgets, that one can will forgetting: if we could, we might all finally be happy. But we might just have to leave that to happenstance, chance, maybe even to Tykhe herself.
In the meantime, all I can say is: quod scripsi, scripsi.