I Don’t Translate It Anymore
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
The word arrives before the Italian or English equivalent now. That feels strangely intimate. #
I don’t translate it anymore. There are several Dutch words doing this now, little pieces of language that have found their own shelf in my head. I like that my brain has become slightly untidy.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.