i am going through a torturously long process of immigration, my home and everything i have built feel up in the air. here is some of what i wrote about immigration, borders, and constructed divisions: …
autumn equinox
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus — the sharp breeze winds down my lungs blowing the ashes of summer my warm skin touched by the fresh …
the silent treatment
“When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi — maybe maybe, you don’t love me anymore maybe you can’t contain all of me tears and …
lunch break
“I like to prowl ordinary places and taste the people- from a distance.” ― Charles Bukowski — “you need to get the booger sucker”, one dad says to another dad to be he smiles …
a vacation from life
“To be, or not to be: that is the question” – William Shakespeare, Hamlet — i wonder if one can take a break from being alive a vacation from existence a mere moment to not …
smell of summer rain
“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — the steamy air worms through narrow pine needles perching one drop at …
loneliness
“If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre — do i feel lonely? with my mother oceans away my father mountains of continents away and my brother in …
once, on an early morning…
“The longest way must have its close – the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.” ― Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin — I woke up before 6 am only once, and wrote …
Notre Dame
“With each passing [and passage], there is a further wearing away of the layers or coverings that obscure our essential selves. And so, as we say “goodbye” again and again, we feel thinner, narrower, more …