Language was always the companion of empire, and as such, together they begin, grow, and flourish. And later, together, they fall.
“Her heart, kept for so long in a little glass case, begins to open up, crack by crack.”
― The Moon Represents My Heart
― The Moon Represents My Heart
“Compassion was a kind of magic; listening was at least half the task.”
― Popisho
― Popisho
“He had needed someone to see him, to understand; to astonish him, like the concert.”
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“Boxes of fireworks - she remembered them filling her childhood, at every occasion she could think of, gods, where had the Popisho fireworks gone? Mad swirls of silver-blue lightning and crimson stars. A whole sky of melting yellow moons that trickled into their hair and faces and turned into caramel.”
― Popisho
― Popisho
“All the time she had been grasping the air with her hands, in an impassioned effort to express herself. 'Here was not just food, but an experience. It was all of Popisho, the smells and textures, it was - it was - all our love and our losses and our beauty, struggles, history, our childhoods ... it was perfect, it was perfect for me.”
― Popisho
― Popisho
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