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If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Most of us feel invisible, most of the time. Do we need to be seen to exist? What about our creative work? Does it exist without an audience? As always, an episode full of questions and with very few answers.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
🔥Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! 👉https://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labÂ
Twitter: @mementomorilabÂ
Poems
Invisible
No matter where I sit,
No matter what I do,
Nothing reassures me I am.
In the middle of the square,
The sunshine knows I’m there,
Maybe it sees me, and I’m here, after all.
I would ask the sun,
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Poem: Inside - Soon available on https://medium.com/not-poetry
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Poem: Island
I’m still here
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Copyright ®Mayra Gomes 2020/ Memento Mori Lab
By Mayra GomesIf a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Most of us feel invisible, most of the time. Do we need to be seen to exist? What about our creative work? Does it exist without an audience? As always, an episode full of questions and with very few answers.
What's Memento Mori Lab?
Memento Mori Lab is our permission slip to experiment, try new things, and keep bringing ideas to life. In my case, that means writing mediocre poetry, some stories and scripts, doodling, and recording this podcast. Memento Mori reminds us, we are going to die. Whatever creative endeavor you've been postponing, now is the time to take action.
🔥Available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and anywhere you get your podcasts! 👉https://anchor.fm/mementomorilab
Instagram: @memento.mori.labÂ
Twitter: @mementomorilabÂ
Poems
Invisible
No matter where I sit,
No matter what I do,
Nothing reassures me I am.
In the middle of the square,
The sunshine knows I’m there,
Maybe it sees me, and I’m here, after all.
I would ask the sun,
-
Poem: Inside - Soon available on https://medium.com/not-poetry
-
Poem: Island
I’m still here
-
Copyright ®Mayra Gomes 2020/ Memento Mori Lab