I don’t have a way to explain this place. It’s part of me. Like it was born of my soul or my soul from it. It’s grand and vast and full of stars and wind and pieces of a home I once knew. I feel like I want to open my mouth and fill it with sand so every bit of it is inside of me. Part of me. Like I know it is. I don’t know what started the love affair with this place. What was the tipping point? What was the moment when it felt like everything else came undone? When I knew I wanted to burn it all down? I don’t know. I think it grew day by day. Until I was in a bus crossing the High Atlas thinking about the things that stitch our lives together. And if moments now can unravel the past. If they can unstitch things that have happened like ripping out a seam. Is it all that fragile? That a pull on one thread can unravel a whole life? I think it can.
