“Telling stories doesn’t solve anything, doesn’t reassemble broken lives. But perhaps it is a way of understanding the unthinkable. If a story haunts us, we keep telling it to ourselves, replaying it in silence while we shower, while we walk down streets, or in our moments of insomnia.”
— Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions (via luthienne)
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