the diaries of my other self.

tamer

it's not a graveyard, it's a storybook.

posted by my other self... 14.8.09

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Writing in a language different from one's own can sometimes offer a sense of detachment.

The entries in this diary are written by different authors, and although each one is personal, they end up belonging to more than one person simultaneously.

We each have different facets of ourselves: these are the others.