Argentinian poet Alejandra Pizarnik once wrote, “All night I hope my language might succeed in configuring me.” There’s alchemy to words, the chance that the right dosage and syntax can capture something about ourselves that turns what was vague solid, and spells out what we couldn’t bring ourselves to think.
Chapter 147: Beautiful Disquiet
Chapter 147: Beautiful Disquiet
Chapter 147: Beautiful Disquiet
Argentinian poet Alejandra Pizarnik once wrote, “All night I hope my language might succeed in configuring me.” There’s alchemy to words, the chance that the right dosage and syntax can capture something about ourselves that turns what was vague solid, and spells out what we couldn’t bring ourselves to think.