Description
Pain is fuel, pain is a volcano waiting to erupt sometimes. This world has made space to speak one’s pain into the world, to share it, and misery sure does like company, mine did, no judgement, I simply tended to the mind and heart in private spaces. Then I wrote some letters, before wishing that I didn’t. The world is messy, lots of people are trying to figure it out, I identified some problems, but also imagined possible solutions, debatable solutions, that part of this story rests elsewhere. The letters were a rampage, if left ‘out there’, they will only take the reader on a mind rampage, on an emotional rollercoaster, one best left unridden.
The original manuscript contained the following: 39 letters, attachments, poems, posters and several copies of, The Santuario Post.











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