“Silence is the creation of space, a space that memory needs to use . . . an incubator. We're dealing here with dimensions, stretching our inner muscles, pushing aside any interference. We're dealing with numbers, but not counting. Silence demands the nature of night, even in full day, it demands shadows.” NightSilenceDayShadowsPlace In Space Book:Shifting the Silence Source: Shifting the Silence
“To read a lot of trash mixing the blood of war with business’s stench. To root out any happiness. To go out, and down, and on the road. To hesitate; to go on, and ahead, and back, and up the stairs, and in one’s room. On the way, to notice that the mountain is still there. To lie and sleep, deeply, heavily. To reproduce night’s sleep. To wake up, look through the window at green water, from the Bay to the mountain, and return to one’s self. To remember that war is devastating Irak. To feel pain.” WayFeelsLooksStillsWarSelfPainRememberLyingNightWaterSleepRoomsBloodGoes OnReturnMountainRootsWindowWake UpDown AndGreenTrashStairsMixing Author:Etel Adnan
