Knowing the Dead
Content Warning: Mentions and discussion of
Death, the Atlantic Slave Trade, and Colonization
Watching The Sound of Music with my mother is a haphazard holiday tradition. Not something that we have carved in stone, but something that just ends up happening most years while I am visiting my family in December. Nestled in this habitual return to my perceived point of origin is an understanding that we “start at the very beginning. A very good place to start.” This is a clean, simple idea that disintegrates almost immediately when I begin to write. Though it is arguably the most linear form of communication, the unfolding letters, words, sentences, and paragraphs rarely come as one, long, uninterrupted string of ideas. Much like the way I experience time and memory, writing comes in pools, sediments, and shards.