because i read something like this, and it renews me. rhian, i'm not sure that your words would have meant anything to that man or his children, either, but keep writing, sister, because this is the reason why i keep reading. because there is always the possibility that i might stumble across something that is worth reading, and most often, the things worth reading are those things that people write because they need to write it for themselves. have your freeze-dried strawberry ice cream if you must, but you know that it is not sufficient to sustain you. and it shouldn't be. astronauts have the luxury of ignoring gravity so can survive with lighter fare. let's not pretend that we should be able to do the same. there are things we know exist, even if we can't see them. things we feel, even if we can't touch them. your words mean something to those who can listen to what you're saying, and know enough to sense what it is that you are not saying.
Waste nothing, chica, not even pain. Particularly not pain.
- Eudora in Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde.
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