20/12/2023
“The water, warm as a body, lapped at my earlobes, and the trees set a dappled light waving the sunlight over me as if giving me a cleansing. The waves, slow and calming, murmured things I didn’t need to understand for now. I shut my eyes.
And I felt something that has come and gone in my life at odd times without my asking. A sense of detaching from myself, or sliding out of myself and connecting with everything in the universe. Of being so empty I could fill up with everything.
And I wondered if dying was like this, and if so, why was everyone so afraid of it?”
- Sandra Cisneros, A House of One’s Own, from her story “Akumal”
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