She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.
She did not move. And about her the entire house, the street, seemed to encourage her, seemed to consider this motionlessness natural.
“And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty — or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only, One day I’ll weep for this. One of these days I’ll start to cry.“
James Baldwin | Giovanni’s Room