Traveler

Your first time out of the country of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map. You always hated that I’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. If you were a city, you said, I’d only like to know your suburbs. If you were a… Read More Traveler

We are here.

It seems to me that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension, which we feel as paralysis because we no longer hear our astonished emotions living. Because we are alone with the unfamiliar presence that has entered us; because everything we trust and are used to is for a moment taken away from us;… Read More We are here.