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Journey Of Mem

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What if, all along, 

wishes did come true?

And you just wished a little wrong— 

like most of us do.

       With loneliness as her closest companion, Mem feels as if there’s a Beyondness calling for her . . . in the flickering of a candle, in the swift caress of the wind, in the swaying of the elm tree in the schoolyard. A year after her mother’s mysterious disappearance, Mem finds her mother’s hidden journal repeatedly mentioning a mystical place called the Kingdom of Jag. She then suspects the Beyondness is her mother calling for her to come find her. Mem’s suspicions are confirmed when the rusted-shut gate in the backyard strangely opens and the broken light above it flickers to life.

       As soon as Mem sets foot through the gate, a rhyming, petulant little monster named Baby appears, claiming to be Mem’s protector and friend. Together they embark on a magical journey of whimsical wonders and dark tragedy. In this unpredictable world, Sanity and Insanity are twin sisters at war, perception can be bought in an eyewear store, and a simple glance of your own reflection can kill you. 

       But the thing with journeys is that you risk getting lost. To survive the treacherous path to find her mother, Mem must turn to dark forces to endure. With the risk of forever closing the doors back to home, Mem must learn who to trust and unravel the most enigmatic mystery of them all—herself.

How it all started...

     Many years ago, I sat at a cafe in Studio City - Los Angeles, feeling nauseous with negativity after a fight with my boyfriend. It amazed me how physical the emotion felt, as I literally had to grab my stomach to calm the boiling hurt inside.

     To distract my mind, I remember picturing a little monster sitting in the pit of my stomach, rasping its yellow claws at the rosy flesh of my insides. A baby monster who sang its off-tune crude tunes with a stinky breath.

     I started to write about it. I gave it a name, a body, a mission. I made friends with it, but all the while with the same agenda—to eventually kill the bastard!

     I started to picture how my inner landscape of emotions would look like if manifested. I ended up with 700 pages... of a story that wasn't just my own anymore. It was Mem's, which means self in Esperanto. A journey of the self, to all the selves out there. And the landscape? Well, it ended up interesting, to say the least! 

     I now invite you to visit it, in the company of my lovely protagonist Mem. Enjoy your journey!

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Look at her walking, like a hopeless ghost; 

small and forgettable in comparison to most. 

 

Dreaming of wonders—even had them for a while. 

Could have stayed in that dream; been forever a child. 

 

Does it matter, at all, if an illusion, a game; 

if asleep or awake, the fig tastes the same? 

 

Well, you people are peculiar, and happy makes no sense. 

Yes, tasteless is the fig without an audience.

 

But who am I to speak? I’m just an ugly Baby,

trapped on a journey with a lonely little lady.

 

So goodnight, silly people, and may your dreams take you deep. 

When morning arrives, you might decide to stay asleep.

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And so the journey begun...

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