The Architects of Almost
“I’ve done some rash, impulsive shit in the name of love—built monuments to things that didn’t last. I mapped out futures for people who never asked for permanence.”
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ReadNEW AGAIN: A FUGUE OF CRUSHES
“Novelty is a particularly dense manifestation of relying on the Other to become simultaneously the grounding of and the escape from the Self.” -
ReadKoh-e-Zaat
“Even at its inception, friendship demands sincerity. Sadeeq derives from sidq, truth, so the bond begins not in affection, but in honesty.” -
ReadIn My Grandmother’s Words, and Mine
“My grandmother died three years before I was born, when my mother was pregnant with my older brother. I cannot tell you what that time was like, because no one speaks of it.” -
ReadBirth Marked
“We were born with matching mirrored birthmarks—one above the right kneecap, and the other above the left.” -
ReadOn Inheritance
What if, when you ran your fingers along the embroidery, you could hear the voices of your ancestors? -
ReadThe Ones Who Walk Away
The sinking feeling trailed me as I worked my way around the room: There’d been a precious opening, and I’d wasted it. -
Read“Bwah-ju-yoh.”
In my writing, my father is ‘Dad,’ because I need this less intimate address as a buffer from what I have lost, left behind, or perhaps never even had. -
ReadProtest Song in Six Verses
Blue ash of skin between the rubble, a child’s body buried beneath concrete, these images are stitched beneath my eyelids, stuck. -
ReadSaint Agatha of Sicily Died a Virgin
“Agatha refused to fuck a magistrate, so he imprisoned her in a brothel.” -
ReadHe Who Brought the Sun
“We all had something to pray for.” -
ReadWith a Hunger to Swallow the World
“December, 2017; I tell a boy with low self-esteem that I love him ‘unconditionally’ and now I have to prove it.” -
ReadI Am Made of Fatalities and Rainbow Roads
“In these video games, there were victories and meaningless losses. I had something I didn’t have to be good at.” -
ReadIntimate Encounters 一期一会
“Aren’t we like this seedling? Constantly budding through a land that has been broken into pieces.”
