some third place

I’ve always written in search of understanding, reciting to myself what exactly happened, trying to find the sources, the reasons behind the thing. Writing as a form of memory, or of witnessing to remember, see, and understand.

This space came to be in 2021, at a point during the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic when nothing seemed to make sense. That confusion has continued, albeit now with more understanding. Violences are most often orchestrated and connected. Grief is constant if you pay attention. Freedom is the goal. Love, love is the answer.

some third place is where I am, a space for unpacking, unlearning, and discovering what it means to be here, and human, and how.