Status Updates From Ein Geist in der Kehle

“I love the garden and the garden loves me, but it isn't mine, not really. I will always share it with the woman who began it, who arrived in a sun-dress to a newly built council house and cared for this garden all her life. I don't know where she is now, but her bulbs are buried here. The first morning I walked through her garden, her daffodils' buttery hellos were easily translated: they nodded. I nodded back.”

“My bellybutton grimaces there, the invisible cord that will always connect me to my mother, just as hers connects her to her mother, and on, and on, and on. I study this body of mine, just one more in a long line, and feel no revulsion, only pride. This is a female text, I think. My body replies in its dialect of scars. Ta-dah! it seems to say, Ta-dah!”

I'd like it to end

Getting bogged down a bit now.

I don't get what this is supposed to be. It's just words.