She's a jar, with a heavy lid.

The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture’s patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language’s rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people’s gestures and movements.

I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —

You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.

me: hey can you make dopamine and serotonin

my cat: *grabs my hand the same way felines in the wild use to snap their prey’s neck*

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.