“When I hum ‘Ti Oiseau,’ sights and sounds and smells from Haiti come back to me with the bittersweet of nostalgia and all that is lost. But when I hum ‘Greensleeves,’ I feel an imageless, infinite sadness that fills my body and presses out against my ribs as if there isn’t enough room in me for both this feeling and the air I need to live.’
— Jan 05, 2026 11:33AM
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