“In a story one arrives at knowledge of whom, how, where, when. But it is why that electrifes,

ejects us across pain and water toward other mysteries.

When why does not appear, we are held in thrall. We feel its absence like ourselves in the dark, molting toward a figure that never reveals itself. We imagine bodies opening into a dictionary.

This is how I learned English. As a dissection, and snow in my ears. It was elementary in the sense that I believed it would give me the basic condition (rupture) to meet the life that is alien

to me.” ~Cynthia Dewi Oka https://youtu.be/60xrQTUPies?si=8_yzFia2v7w4utuL