Person to whom the cure of this crying is as yet unknown.
Ranti Fadilahцитує5 місяців тому
Flustered, she takes its swaddled self into her arms.
Ranti Fadilahцитує6 місяців тому
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 Fadilahцитує6 місяців тому
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Ranti Fadilahцитує6 місяців тому
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Sophie Servinoцитує6 місяців тому
Don’t die. For God’s sake don’t die.
Sophie Servinoцитує6 місяців тому
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 Servinoцитує6 місяців тому
Certain objects appear white in the darkness.
Sophie Servinoцитує6 місяців тому
There was no snow covering it, no soot-streaked ice. The buildings had been smashed to pieces, literally pulverized
Sophie Servinoцитує6 місяців тому
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city?