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166 pages, Hardcover
First published November 5, 2019
“What is belonging?” we ask.Yetu is the only one out of her mermaid tribe that knows their history.
She says, “Where loneliness ends.”
The deep will be our sibling, our parent, our relief from endless solitude. Down here, we are wrapped up. Down here, we can pretend the dark is the black embrace of another.The tragedy, so real and raw, even years later was deemed too much for those people to handle and thus all of the memories were bound up into one individual who will hold onto them until their untimely and early death.
When not properly fortified, a legacy is no more enduring than a wisp of plankton.Ahhh... I'm not sure what to think.
“What is belonging?” we ask.
She says, “Where loneliness ends.”
“The deep will be our sibling, our parent, our relief from endless solitude. Down here, we are wrapped up. Down here, we can pretend the dark is the black embrace of another.“
“One can only go for so long without asking who am I? Where do I come from? What does all this mean? What is being? What came before me, and what might come after? Without answers, there is only a hole, a hole where a history should be that takes the shape of an endless longing. We are cavities.”
“It still pleased her that she could do that, that it was possible to have her mind to herself. Without the History devouring the whole of her mind, she had an inkling of who she was. She didn’t have answers yet, but she had questions, endless questions. And worries, and concerns. But they were hers.”
“She wasn’t used to speaking so freely about her wants and needs. She wasn’t used to having wants and needs of her own at all. It had always been a battle between what the wajinru needed, what the ancestors needed, and what she needed. A single lonely girl, her own needs never won.”
“Forgetting was not the same as healing.”
“But Yetu wanted to remember how she remembered, with screams. She had no wish to transform trauma to performance. To parade what she’d come to think of as her own tragedies for entertainment.”
“Forgetting was not the same as healing.”