And if the city falls but a single man escapes, he will carry the city within himself on the roads of exile; he will be the city. – Zbigniew Herbert (How Love Ends: Scene from a Refugee Hotel by Dina Nayeri)
I like this thought. Though never a refugee, I’ve traveled and moved a lot. I carry a little of ‘home’ (all of them) with me. I also believe it to be a bigger thought. Any ideas?
In the world around me, I saw people who searched their whole lives to find themselves reflected in another. (The Second Waltz by Madeline Thein)
I am like this somewhat. I’m always excited whenever someone says something about me that I haven’t yet discovered, but they have observed. It’s like finding another piece of your own puzzle. While this is great with trusted friends, it is not so good when people attach themselves to others’ personalities because they are not strong enough to be their own person. What do you say?
In the Chinese language there is no past tense. (The Second Waltz by Madeline Thein)
I try hard to live in the present. But imagine living with no past tense, only present and future. What would you do differently?
He loved her like a hurricane.
Is a love like this healthy? Why? Why not? Why do I like this idea so much?
Possibility was a popped balloon. (The Girl in Green by Derek Miller)
What have you held in your grip only to have it disappear? Was it for the best afterwards? Why?
Armand Hobbs was bored. Even his camel had gone away. (The Girl in Green by Derek Miller)
This line makes me laugh every time I read it. Have you ever felt like Armand?
There was nothing to look forward to but peace – endless tedious, nondescript, fluffy, white peace. The only thing worse than boredom was labor. (The Girl in Green by Derek Miller)
Somedays our lives are so chaotic that we pray for peace. But, like the writer above, I find peace tedious after a little bit. What about you?