While reading this, I felt like someone peered into my soul and wrote about my life. So much of living is punctuated by grief, loneliness and performance. I can't pick one particular sentence, but here are some lines that really resonated with me from the essay. (also, I appreciate the links at the end so, so much. thank you for that! <3)
- "who are you when you are not lonely?"
- "A black hole sits at the centre of my being, and today, I let it consume me. The black hole felt acknowledged, heard, and seen."
- "Internet gaze. Male gaze. Female gaze. Queer gaze. “Seen”. “Read”. “Views” — a language of sight, yet most of us have voluntarily blindfolded our eyes."
this was so beautiful and painful to read. thank you for this, Shivani and Rohini! <3
While reading this, I felt like someone peered into my soul and wrote about my life. So much of living is punctuated by grief, loneliness and performance. I can't pick one particular sentence, but here are some lines that really resonated with me from the essay. (also, I appreciate the links at the end so, so much. thank you for that! <3)
- "who are you when you are not lonely?"
- "A black hole sits at the centre of my being, and today, I let it consume me. The black hole felt acknowledged, heard, and seen."
- "Internet gaze. Male gaze. Female gaze. Queer gaze. “Seen”. “Read”. “Views” — a language of sight, yet most of us have voluntarily blindfolded our eyes."
this was so beautiful and painful to read. thank you for this, Shivani and Rohini! <3