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
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.