To be rid of one’s own words, to be at the end of one’s own wits.
Why I Read
The interior of some pages will be with me forever, I just have to meet them first.
From Salt Houses by Hala Alyan
What is a life? A series of yeses and noes, photographs you shove in a drawer somewhere, loves you think will save you but that cannot. Continuing to move, enduring, not stopping even when there is pain. That’s all life is, he wants to tell her. It’s continuing.
Today I had a frustrating experience
And it is 100% in my power to resolve the emotional fallout.
Thoughts for a Thursday: 10/04/2018
“Our art has no home in a place where we are not respected.” – Honey Davenport.