Sally’s Reviews > Babel > Status Update

“That they were all expendable. That this tower - this place where they had for the first time found belonging - treasured and loved them when they were alive and useful but didn't, in fact, care about them at all. That they were, in the end, only vessels for the languages they spoke.” The only value of the bag is the contents in which it carries. They are just all convenient bags. We are.

They’re too happy, uh oh

The blind agony of finding rejection form the place in which you’d been sold the dream of acceptance & belonging; I have not an English word that can describe the severity of what is lost so I will borrow the German: Geborgenheit.
Realising that regardless of the effort one dedicates oneself to, they are ultimately ‘other’ & their identity lies only in the alienation of their own skin. Treachery in existence.