Here are the bookshelves of Ali Son Sea, one version of a whole me. The storyteller version. My process and its products act as both an investigation into, and expression of identity and sexuality.
I aim to share my writing in a regulated pattern. Once I name this structure I tend to break my own rules though, so clearly I am not yet aware of this rhythm's beat. There is a ∆breath, sleep, solar, lunar, terrestial rhythm most likely.
The way the story told itself to me is the prologue to Dancing from the Hands. Nothing needs to be read in order. It might make more sense that way though. Or less.