‘the mouth of an anchorman or the mouth of a gun doing all the talking’

 

this had me in tears from start to finish.

I’m only as scary as the silence fears festers in. Upon meeting someone new, we ask their names. We do not assign it to them. And with that name we are given ancestry, bloodlines and dialects; books and poems; perspectives,wars, struggles and survival stories. “What’s your name” is such a short distance to cross but when you ask me — ooh buddy– I’ma take you from Kuala Lumpur to Barcelona to Beirut. We’re going to go to Damascus to Sydney to Trinididad & Tobago….

But we must have the courage to claim our curiosity. To go beyond anything we ever knew, anything we ever feared.

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