Most often, I find truths about myself not with someone else, but in the moments alone; seeing a curve of water, knowing no one else will ever see that same drop of water in the same spot again. Truth is hard to capture, to hold; like a firefly buzzing around the dark chamber of my cupped hands. Sometimes I see it in a smile, a certain feeling of elation; the plunge of cord fluidity when I am submerged.
~ Ella Jaz Kirk
“Her words had an unselfconscious beauty about them, like a musician glimpsed unawares, practicing alone, totally absorbed in the act of creation. And that lovely, mysterious phrase, cord fluidity: what did it mean? Its ambiguity, its strangeness, lit the imagination. I thought of a diver piercing the surface of a pool, her limbs relaxing afterword. I thought of seaweed undulating with the tide… So often my mind came back to the brutal injustice of all she had left unwritten, all we were denied when her life was cut short… That may simply be a fundamental fact embedded in the experience of tragedy: that the living are left to feel the weight of what the dead have left undone.”
