We imagine the things we miss, the kiss, the touch, the dream, this story,— the very best.
Anogoya Dagaate

I’m trying to get closer to the ones close to me, but then I drive away from those who are already within the work I do, even if on the other side of the ocean.

There’s no escaping Guilt in this world.

Can you imagine the paradoxical delight and suffering of being a translator and writing things untranslatable?

I promise I’ll keep in touch. Thank you for pulling me toward you.