No One Cares Until You're Rich, Pretty Or Dead.

No one cares until you're rich, pretty or Dead.

When Carmen Rodrigues said, "and in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive," and when Fyodor Dostoevsky said, "I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence," and when Anonymous said, "silence is the most powerful scream."

I've felt that.

September 2, 2024

At the day's quiet end, When the sky blushes with gold, She gathers the sunset in her hands, Holding its warmth like a secret, A light that fades but never truly leaves, Lingering in the twilight of memory.

I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day--spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.

Sylvia Plath, Letters Home

September 7, 2024 I’ve been thinking that you are my country. Is that a strange thing to say? Without you, I don’t have a home 🏡 in this world; I am a felled tree, 🪵my roots severed all round; you can topple me with the touch of a finger.

Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees