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I am seeking their souls to console myself. I have an urgent need for reasons to dream, to continue to watch travelers, to think of where they might be going, what their lives are like. I am strangely alive. On travel as an escape, a desperate, hopeblind attempt at securing a better chance at a better life. The severing of hometethers that never become fully severed whether for good or ill. The mixing of trauma and nostalgia in old memories, when you are far from home, or returning home, or never able to go home again and those memories are suddenly the only home you have left.
The delicateness of life. The ephemerality of love. The grief, the hopelessness, the crushing inevitabilities of injustice, struggle, and oblivion. Connection and dissociation in the crush of humanity. Stories brushing up against stories, meaning nothing, meaning everything. Dangerously beautiful? Like, inconsiderately beautiful—beauty in spite of everything that life tries to wear away. An incredibly moving and reflective read, beginning with our narrator sitting at an airport - in transit - on her way back home to the blue province - Haiti following her aunt's funeral.