transvelt

I am tired of being a ghost, (...). I am tired of being a mystery. I want to take form, to appear, and one only gains visibility by action.

“My wings felt small in the wind that year. I always thought the place was identified by the mothers and the aroma of sage. No one said to me, this place is called a country, around the country are borders, and beyond the borders is another place, called diaspora and exile for us.”

“She weeps and laughs like water. (Water is not wounded. There is no trace of the blood that flowed in the night.)”

“Shout so that you hear yourself, should so that you know that you are still alive, and you know that life is possible on this earth.”

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

“There is a pronounced difference between sadness and grief. Sadness is transient, usually rooted in some perceivable event or incident; grief is multi-pronged, runs in every direction and the locus of trauma is usually invisible or imperceptible.”

“I want to dig out what is ancient in me, the mistaken-for-monster, its ophidian prowl, its raven-cursed rudiment - let it teach me how to be unafraid again.”

“Perhaps it was necessary, this turning inward and deadening of my sensibility, of my acuteness. Otherwise I should not have survived. To remain sane, I became a little stolid. Now I must begin to risk my sanity, to re-open my nerves.”

“Storytelling reveals meaning without committing the error of defining it.”