Sophie

“In the museum of political depression, in its tidied halls, books of the sort I want to write are banned, for they are against the world that birthed the writer.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

“I felt doomed, so much that objects and activities lost their aura of attraction. I didn’t yearn for anything but privacy, because it is an embarrassment to be a wound in public.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

“I was lonely once and that was all it took. A thick haze, a smothering opacity, this was the loneliness of feeling estranged from one’s body and, by extension, the world. My loneliness asked nothing of me, it festered with inattention. Rarely did it think out loud. I neglected my loneliness and it expanded with animosity. My loneliness grew into a forest atop me.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

“I wished to assassinate history’s version of me, put him to rest, let him soar into the clouds like a floating lantern. I wanted to be there, below him, with a single candle, crying for the last time.”
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body