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Dear Diary,


It was a long night where wakefulness and sleep seem to collide. To be specific, the night stretched for several months, so many of them I can’t even remember.


In this disquieting trajectory the only fixed reference point were the lights dotted around the dark sky. Forget about Polaris, you can hardly see her even when squinting your eyes. Bright Vega was and will always be there, watching over us. Isn’t this what you really want from a friend?


Vega’s visitations spoke to me about longing, memory, dream and Evolution. I took notes of the messages and put them down on paper in black ink and phosphorescent paint, simulating the mystery and magic of a starry night. Switch on and off the lights and let your dream guide you.

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