So Nin And Very Vuong

“I am pregnant with the book. I feel its weight, its pressure, its stirrings.”

Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume 1: 1931–1934


It is no accident, Ma, that the comma resembles a fetus— that curve of continuation. We were all once inside our mothers, saying with our entire curved and silenced selves, more, more, more. I want to insist that are being alive is beautiful enough to be worthy of replication. And so what? So what if all I ever made of my life was more of it?

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous


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