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I inherited a secret.

And this is the thing about secrets: we try to hold them. But secrets can’t be contained. The more you try to keep a secret, the more it shifts in the place where you hide it, where you finger it from time to time trying to work out the shape of it. Secrets want to be known. That’s another way of saying ‘the truth will out’.

Telling stories is a way of bringing what's hidden to the surface. Bringing forward what I can’t yet properly see into the light that only creative acts can shine.

This is not my name in real life, it was not given to me. But this is the place for it. It belongs to me only because I’ve claimed it - here. In this place which gives me the freedom to do so.