Words by Therese Westin
All of us have within us our sister self. The unrealised other that we could have been. Dream of being. Might yet one day become.
“In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts that I wrote ten, 15 or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognise myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else’s dream.”
–FERNANDO PESSOA
