Rereading - in many sense of this act - Trinh T. Minh-ha's Woman Native Other. It's reassuring to know women's experience of (re-)discovering themselves is universal.
Speech is my enemy.
I wonder what propels me to pollute my feelings through speech.
Was I unconsciously needing un-truths to protect/preserve, but also to nurture true truths? Because paradox? Because "keeping my mind large". Because I must?
No one and nothing tortures me; it is the lightness, the beauty, of a vision of a dream, fighting all corners of the framework for adulthood I made up in my mind to surface, that does.
When - might be the wrong question to ask. How - is the meaning.
When my four-year-old saw scribbles on a bus stop bench, he said: oh, somebody forgot to bring paper.
"Can you be a little child?" (Lao Tzu)
Photo: Notebook page, 2010
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