Monday

Aldely
I have written a poem. I see the paper and it is a long poem with at least ten verses, a long poem to be written by me. I like it. It is comparable to a visual collage in the sense that I have taken inspiration from different pictures, sentences, and feelings - and created a beautiful poem that now includes all this.
Now I am holding the poem again. This time I see the text being edited with an orange marker. It is my own handwriting. I have made several changes to the text. Then I notice that there are also writings in someone else's handwriting. The handwriting is much smaller and less bold than mine, and it is written in pencil or grey pen. This person has suggested more changes to my poem.
I see all these new words but they do not block the original message. I can still very clearly see my poem, especially one part.
I pick one part that I explain to someone who is with me. See, I say while I point to an article on art and geography in a magazine, see here I got the 'from the north... from the south... from the west... from the east...' part. To me this connectin is something extraordinary and I have a deep need to share it with the person who is with me.
Now I look at the bottom of the paper - and I see a message written by a person who calls himself Aldely.
Now I am driving along a road and I see a large and hip billboard with Aldely's face on it. He is wearing a tightfitting woolen cap so that his eyes are barely visible. Who is Aldely?

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