I Remain in Darkness
I have searched for my mother’s love in all corners of the world. This is not literature that I am writing. I can see the difference with my other books. Or rather, no, I can’t, for I am incapable of producing books that are not precisely that–an attempt to salvage part of our lives, to understand, but first to salvage. Over the phone, Annie M told me that it was impossible to express emotion directly; we need to resort to stratagems. I’m not so sure.
. . . All the hardships I have endured were merely rehearsals to prepare me for this devastating pain.