“There is so much to know and we can only guess. Guess around him. To know him from these stray actions I am told about by those who loved him. (…) In the end all your children move among the scattered acts and memories with no more clues. Not that we ever thought we would be able to fully understand you. Love is often enough, towards your stadium of small things. Whatever brought you solace we would have applauded. Whatever controlled the fear we all share we would have embraced.”

– michael ondaatje, running in the family

writing // journalling

was born in singapore, is now somewhere along the east coast in the united states, seeking to build a home for herself in both places because it is hard to live away from home for so long isn’t it?

can be contacted at: mad-ea.tumblr.com