Person to whom the cure of this crying is as yet unknown.
Ranti Fadilahmembuat kutipan6 bulan yang lalu
Flustered, she takes its swaddled self into her arms.
Ranti Fadilahmembuat kutipan6 bulan yang lalu
I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life.
Ranti Fadilahmembuat kutipan6 bulan yang lalu
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Ranti Fadilahmembuat kutipan6 bulan yang lalu
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Sophie Servinomembuat kutipan7 bulan yang lalu
Don’t die. For God’s sake don’t die.
Sophie Servinomembuat kutipan7 bulan yang lalu
At times my body feels like a prison, a solid, shifting island threading through the crowd. A sealed chamber carrying all the memories of the life I have lived and the mother tongue from which they are inseparable.
Sophie Servinomembuat kutipan7 bulan yang lalu
Certain objects appear white in the darkness.
Sophie Servinomembuat kutipan7 bulan yang lalu
There was no snow covering it, no soot-streaked ice. The buildings had been smashed to pieces, literally pulverized
Sophie Servinomembuat kutipan7 bulan yang lalu
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city?