I’ve been considering, lately, the idea of story, of narrative, of beginning and middle and end. Considering why we cling fiercely to certain tales instead of others, and feeling freshly alarmed at how differently the same story can be interpreted—take a single story, and its truths becomes split, or filtered, by however many people encounter it.
Your words made me feel less lonely, Ella. Speaking of narrative -- isn't it mad that we are still expected to believe that history started last October? That the cartilage of one fascist man-child deserves more coverage than dozens of children blown to bits? The other day, a friend told me I sounded angry all the time. But I don't know how to not be angry - I don't know how to be.
Your words made me feel less lonely, Ella. Speaking of narrative -- isn't it mad that we are still expected to believe that history started last October? That the cartilage of one fascist man-child deserves more coverage than dozens of children blown to bits? The other day, a friend told me I sounded angry all the time. But I don't know how to not be angry - I don't know how to be.
All of this, Eugénie, all of this, yes.
Oh I think you will love the new documentary ‘Wilding’ about Knepp Estate
Oh, Nicole! I have seen this, the other week here in town—the book something I must read again soon.