If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed.
I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me… I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell.
In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body’s interior landscape. For a short while, our mothers’ bodies are the boundaries and the passageways to our own.
