“You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places to make room for houses & livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. ‘Floods’ is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that…. Like water, I remember where I was before I was straightened out.”
I think we all just want someone who can see the beauty we can’t see in ourselves.
Not someone that romanticizes the mess and calls it beautiful, but someone that walks boldly into our brokenness, sees us spread-eagle in the middle of the wreckage and says that we’re worth salvaging.