“He carries home in the way he walks: an elegant, loose strut. He wears home on his skin in the form of attar, a delicious perfume that makes me dream of Somali coastlines, places where children play football amidst colonial ruins, and young men like Korfa flee in darkness on boats to Yemen and Kenya, determined never to look back.” LoveHomeSelf LoveGayEqualityGay RightsRefugees Book:Fairytales for Lost Children Source: Fairytales for Lost Children
“Every experience lately felt like an experiment of the body, of its power and limitations. Such experiments created a desire for something more fulfilling. It was a hunger born of rootlessness but he couldn't see that. He couldn't see that true liberation was a strictly DIY process.” FreedomSelf LoveSelf ImprovementAwakeningLiberationRootlessness Book:Fairytales for Lost Children Source: Fairytales for Lost Children
