i’m not interested in resilience, but in how to move through this world with reciprocal tenderness, even though this only works with people interested in the same thing.
Inside you there are sobs you can't explain. They linger on the brink of you as if they were outside, they can't reach you and be wept.
“Some people say history moves in a spiral, not the line we have come to expect. We travel through time in a circular trajectory, our distance increasing from an epicenter only to return again, one circle removed.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
“Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.”
∆ Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
∆ Jorge Luis Borges, After a While