Person to whom the cure of this crying is as yet unknown.
Ranti Fadilahalıntı yaptı6 ay önce
Flustered, she takes its swaddled self into her arms.
Ranti Fadilahalıntı yaptı6 ay önce
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 Fadilahalıntı yaptı6 ay önce
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Ranti Fadilahalıntı yaptı6 ay önce
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Sophie Servinoalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
Don’t die. For God’s sake don’t die.
Sophie Servinoalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
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 Servinoalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
Certain objects appear white in the darkness.
Sophie Servinoalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
There was no snow covering it, no soot-streaked ice. The buildings had been smashed to pieces, literally pulverized
Sophie Servinoalıntı yaptı7 ay önce
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city?