The Suffolk Tudor home of Susan Owens and Stephen Calloways. Photo by Christopher Horwood
“Go then if you must, but remember, no matter how foolish your deeds, those who love you will love you still.”
— Sophocles, Antigone
people thousands of years ago had memorials for their dead loved ones carved into stone as if to whisper into the ages, “do you know that i loved them?” and we get to whisper back, thousands of years later, “i do. i do know that you loved them.“
𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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And that's the problem with words. People can't get to know the intensity of your emotions. People may resonate with your words but their reference for that resonance may be entirely different from yours and this is exactly where I see the problem with the written words.
Sadia Hakim
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Christa Wolf, from “Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays”
Florence and The Machine, from “Cassandra”
“I can’t hold enough of you in my hands.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
[ID: Do you like me?
Mom says I love
you every time I
ask if she likes me.
This is a short story, it begins with a womb and ends with rage filled
love, it begins with a screaming and raging evening and ends with a
heavy silence at the dinner table. My mother loves me, and there is
nothing more to say. I love my mother, and there is nothing more to
say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday. And there is
nothing more to say.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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