Sigh, Gone

As I read, I began to understand that all the great works wrangled with big questions, important questions: our place in the world, the value of our experience, the fairness and meaning of our suffering, our quest for love and belonging.

Fighting rednecks because you were a punk was far better than fighting because you were Asian, and fighting with allies was far better than fighting alone.

In the great classics, there were so many moments for me to divest my age, my town, my skin, so many moments to be part of a universal conversation.