Love is not a bridge. Love is a hyphen.
I suppose monsters are horrifically chimeric, because they are untamed by the aesthetic of polite proportions. They are not beautiful to behold; they are not ‘meant’ to be. They are wild because they are the yearning lyric that touches spruce and honeycomb and goat horn and mountain crest and peeping eyes at night – weaving …Continue Reading >>>
“One day”, we tell ourselves, “I will be vindicated. The world will prove them wrong, and everyone will give me the attention I truly deserve.” To be vindicated, to win the protracted argument, is perhaps one of our deepest and healthiest motivations – and, in a paradoxical sense, often our most tragic. Life, like a …Continue Reading >>>
The reason why Africans say that ‘in order to find your way, you must become lost’ is because they make no fundamental distinction between the traveler and his environment, or the pilgrim and the pilgrimage. In a sense, it is not the case that ‘we’ are travelling through the ‘world’, moving from one predetermined point …Continue Reading >>>