on remembering


it’s not always about the stuff you think is worth remembering. Sometimes it’s about the stuff you wish you could forget. Give it language until you’ve written it into history—and give it the chance to sting as it caterwauls out of you. Sing a new song out of yourself. Write the lyrics—they tear down walls between darkness and your new day. —-vagabroadjournals

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