I’m running away, running late, running on empty, running out of time. You can’t run and walk in tandem. Women who want to write and walk for a while in the world must stop running. This was meant to be a story about women walking together, about moving in dual motion, strolling along the path with legs aligned. Instead, I was running to catch up. And so, this has become the story of a woman with snakes in her hair and boots on her feet. This is the story of an alive woman walking because a woman running in circles is dead before she even begins. I write of dead women walking and writing with snakes because I have been working with the words of French feminist philosopher Hélène Cixous’ and thinking and wondering about her
I too am running away, running late, running on empty, and running out of time this week. It is only Tuesday and I am late, late, late. Ah, to be quiet enough to notice things...
I too am running away, running late, running on empty, and running out of time this week. It is only Tuesday and I am late, late, late. Ah, to be quiet enough to notice things...