Before you start having glimpses of this chapter of glitches, I must indeed tell you ahead, everything you’re about to read is the reality of my life. It may be a dreamy notion or a vague retrospective of my being in your eyes yet I stand still and open myself to you. Some may call it a diary and others would say it’s a compilation of emotions translated into words. But I tell you now and never again, these are letters I have written.
Letters to myself.