What I want from the river is what I always want:
to be held by a stronger thing that, in the end, chooses mercy

When I talk about the public, my public could be the mountain, could be the sea...

When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

The privilege of not caring is an exercise of power

I am aware of myself as myself, but then I’m also aware of myself in relation to my Blackness and how it determines the conditions of my existence. They are not easily split apart. I’ve never had the privilege of just being able to be a representation of myself.