On the back of that wind, my brain rose and skipped and tumbled far beyond the boundaries of any quarantine.
“I needed preparation, not protection. I needed to see myself as a part of history.”
For generations, Indians had to learn a poem about a flower most would rarely see.
There is an equivalence between fanfiction writers and readers: we’re in this together, united by our mutual passion for media.
“What do we want? Livable lives. Thriving communities. The right to our bodies and our desires. Love. Resilience. Possibility. Queer genius.”
I go to Japan, pulled like a magnet, to see what is mine, undiscovered or forgotten; to see what will never be mine; and to find some way to reconcile the two.
Tango is not a thing that can be done halfway. Neither, I learned, is memoir. You’re either all in, or you’re dishonest.
When Etty wrote to herself, I heard her speaking to me, and I took her words to heart.
Fitzgerald was ground down, I imagine, consumed by how to take care of her family. This didn’t make her any less the thinker, writer, reader, that she was.
“The best books show us who we were when we first read them, who we are now, and who we may yet become.”
“There are those who fail to realize how deeply Thompson cared about his country. He was a product of it.”
“I am three days aged in Lagos and cry as my fingers turn the first page.”