now that we were all shadows of our former selves, chased by the woman we used to be. we didn't know what to do with her, this fierce, independent woman who followed us about, shouting and pointing the finger, while we wheeled our buggies in the english rain. we tried to answer back, but we did not have the language to explain that we had metamorphosed into someone we did not entirely understand. ()
2020-06-01 01:03:59
i don't want to know about my other memories of south africa. when i arrived in the uk, what i wanted were new memories. ()
2020-06-01 01:03:59
we were on the run from the lies concealed in the language of politics, from myth about our character and our purpose in life. we were on the run from our own desires too probably, whatever they were. it was best to laugh it off. ()
2020-06-01 01:03:59
the way we laugh. at our own desires. the way we mock ourselves. before anyone else can. the way we are wired to kill. ourselves. it does not bear thinking about. ()
2020-06-01 01:03:59
to become a writer, i had to learn to interrupt, to speak up, to speak a little louder, and then louder, and then to just speak in my own voice which is not loud at all. ()