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and Confessions by Uta Hannemann
Writing is hard. For me, it takes a lot out, because I’m pouring so much energy in. It’s okay to wonder why you’re doing that, when so few people really pay attention. They’re your words, after all. Crafted by you, and yet it seems so irrelevant.
I think it’s okay to say that being anonymous hurts, when you think you have something to say, and that what you have to say is meaningful in some way. Or just different. Or just a voice that hasn’t been heard before. My experiences in my writing are shaped by being an immigrant to North America. For anyone who hasn’t followed that path, it’s impossible to explain what I mean by that. If you’ve not experienced racism in its ugly forms before, you cannot feel me.
But it’s more than that. I want to create better worlds. Unravelling…
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October 3, 2021 at 5:29 pm Edit
I think we are a collective. I think dreamers and storytellers don’t have much difference between them, and they’re a collective soul of thought and expression. I think that’s beautiful. If that’s not beautiful, what is? In some ways, it’s a battle, a battle to be heard, but also a battle to listen and hear others. In some ways, one part is the other. I listen a lot to people, try to understand them, fail often, and put that failure down in words. I want to understand and interact, but it’s not so easy. Writing is a gift for me. It soothes me, puzzles me, and ultimately uplifts me. You seem to want that too. That uplifting feeling where we ascend to something, whatever we may call it. I try hard to bring the dark parts of people to the fore, but I refuse to let people stay there. I refuse to think we’re destined for that. We are better. You are better. And I’m glad to know you.
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October 3, 2021 at 8:27 pm Edit
Thank you, Trent! 🙂