Victoria Chang, from Dear Memory: Letters on Writing, Silence, and Grief; “Dear Teacher,”
[Text ID: “The language of poetry reminded me to stay alive. It reminded me that, when it felt like I had nothing, I was nothing, I still had words. I could ride language as if on a horseback, and it could take me anywhere, including deeply into myself.”]
William Wisp, web weave for my good friend oli @oli-disaster. art is @/jamtamart here on Tumblr; the sources for the quotes themself are under the cut :]
