Kadee Mazoni

Kadee Mazoni was born on a bleak November morning, under the sign of Scorpio. The delivery room was brightly lit, while outside the sun struggled to break through a heavy blanket of clouds and cast its light upon the world.

Longing is born where something is missing, and dreams arise where reality is no longer enough.

Who is Kadee Mazoni? A dream? An invention, imagined into being—or truly a newborn once held in the arms of a joyful mother on a cold November day?

“I write for you, because you exist,” Mazoni says, speaking of a love for the world that lives within each of us like a sparkling diamond. Love alone, he believes, is the force that holds the entire universe together. And what, he asks, would happen if—amid all misfortune—the belief in a humane world were lost? That, he concludes, would be the greatest catastrophe of all.

One must heal the wound, he writes, with desire, with thought, and with dreams. One must create, in the mind, a continent that does not yet exist—and build islands in oceans of impossibility on which we may one day live.