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The Map of Salt and Stars
by Zeyn Joukhadar
Every place you go becomes a part of you.
Stories are powerful, but gather too many of the words of others in your heart, and they will drown out your own.
Shrapnel is a red word. To me, it sounds like metal and anger and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It sounds like the red and yellow things inside of people, the fear and rage that rot a person until they rot out somebody else.
Not when I'm older. Just when its time.
Don't forget, stories ease the pain of living, not dying. People always think dying is going to hurt. But it does not. It's living that hurts us.
I can tell by how they stand too far apart that they're leaving room for somebody who isn't there.
Once you've heard too many voices, you start to forget which one is your own.
You are the stories you tell yourself.
If you don't know the tale of where you come from, the words of others can overwhelm and drown out your own. You must keep careful track of the borders of your stories, where your voice ends and another's begins.
Stories map the soul in the guise of words.
Stories are powerful, but gather too many of the words of others in your heart, and they will drown out your own.
Shrapnel is a red word. To me, it sounds like metal and anger and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It sounds like the red and yellow things inside of people, the fear and rage that rot a person until they rot out somebody else.
Not when I'm older. Just when its time.
Don't forget, stories ease the pain of living, not dying. People always think dying is going to hurt. But it does not. It's living that hurts us.
I can tell by how they stand too far apart that they're leaving room for somebody who isn't there.
Once you've heard too many voices, you start to forget which one is your own.
You are the stories you tell yourself.
If you don't know the tale of where you come from, the words of others can overwhelm and drown out your own. You must keep careful track of the borders of your stories, where your voice ends and another's begins.
Stories map the soul in the guise of words.