But what big little lies do we tell ourselves when PR companies spin a local disaster into a travel opportunity?
Resting, in this context, is resistance.
“The whole country is fighting,” one of my relatives told me. It was a throwaway remark, but it was the most apt thing I heard that weekend in Ukraine.
The problem isn’t encountering text, or even a lot of it. It’s the text that we encounter, the how and why of its coming to be.
Though I estranged myself from my toxic family, their hold on my mind still needed to let me go. So I got on a plane and left.
Didion depicts Hawaiʻi as a place that exists solely in the white American imagination, and, because of this, her journalism is a fiction.
In that sense, we’re still haunted.
The more elaborate my mother’s garden grew, the more elided was the strenuousness of her efforts.