No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. Weโre all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as theyโd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. Iโm cracking open.
Libba BrayMemphisโitโs just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. Itโs what they do. Itโs not following you, and itโs not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.
Libba BrayI'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
Libba Bray