Never mind your losses, your heartbreak, your fears, your bitterness, your sad state of affairs. Never mind the lies, the deceit, the lost opportunities, the unspoken words and the unsung songs. Never mind the arguments, the spiteful words, the secrets, the whispered words, the patriarchy, the broken childhood, the stunted […]
Writing is like designing houses in people’s minds. They walk around your corridors, down the stairs you lead them, into the cellar where the floor is dark and wet. They climb up and explore the attic that you weren’t even aware of in the plans. They sit in your kitchen and […]
It seems to me, that for a while now, I find myself outside my moments. That instead of being in them, experiencing them for their live, bleeding immediacy, I take a simple step out and watch from afar; from all angles, through all eyes. I walk around the moment, inspecting […]
“I imagine the feelings of two people meeting again after many years. In the past they spent some time together, and therefore they think they are linked by the same experience, the same recollections. The same recollections? That’s where the misunderstanding starts: they don’t have the same recollections; each of […]
My soul is a river at sunset that fills with lights as it moves toward an open sky that catches it, it is as still as the surface of mirrors to the heavens, it walks through cities and stories and seas and forests, it falters between darkness and light and […]
“Summaya only loved certain people. People like her, who craved the quietness of life. Who were left behind on the platform while the rest of the world climbed onto the train to take them Somewhere. Any place just so long as it took them. And the stragglers would shuffle behind […]
Three passions have governed my life Three passions have governed my life:The longings for love, the search for knowledge,And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.In the union of love I have seenIn a mystic miniature the prefiguring visionOf the heavens that saints and poets […]
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home. Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange
I catch a bus. To your town.I don’t know why. There’s a chicken on the path, a broken fence, a river beneath a bridge (this river too tiny to be marked on any map). The grass too long, as if they too, know you are gone. I walk, not understanding this […]
