Person to whom the cure of this crying is as yet unknown.
Ranti Fadilahцитирует9 месяцев назад
Flustered, she takes its swaddled self into her arms.
Ranti Fadilahцитирует9 месяцев назад
I hold nothing dear. Not the place where I live, not the door I pass through every day, not even, damn it, my life.
Ranti Fadilahцитирует9 месяцев назад
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Ranti Fadilahцитирует9 месяцев назад
ointment applied to a swelling, like gauze laid over a wound.
Sophie Servinoцитирует10 месяцев назад
Don’t die. For God’s sake don’t die.
Sophie Servinoцитирует10 месяцев назад
At times my body feels like a prison, a solid, shifting island threading through the crowd. A sealed chamber carrying all the memories of the life I have lived and the mother tongue from which they are inseparable.
Sophie Servinoцитирует10 месяцев назад
Certain objects appear white in the darkness.
Sophie Servinoцитирует10 месяцев назад
There was no snow covering it, no soot-streaked ice. The buildings had been smashed to pieces, literally pulverized
Sophie Servinoцитирует10 месяцев назад
Why do old memories constantly drift to the surface here in this unfamiliar city?