“There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.” HistoryMemoryMetaphorThe PastSonoraHannah Lillith Assadi Book:Sonora Source: Sonora
“I faded out. I was for a moment my father tapping on his cigarette, the way he holds it, crushing it flat. I was my mother at the sink, staring into the desert from the kitchen window, dishes in hand. I was in all the beds I'd ever slept in. Me sinking into the sheets, letting my thoughts fall down. I was running alongside the ocean, Laura splashing me with water. I was dancing to a melody I did not recognize, spinning wild and lovely into exalted leaps. I was no one again. I was someone with no name, no past. My face resumed the freshness of birth, the brightness was again in my eyes, the brightness only children own before life begins its wreckage.” MemoriesFamilyHistoryIdentitySonoraHannah Lillith AssadiRevitalizedRejuvenated Book:Sonora Source: Sonora
“I look out at the reservation, still and glittering with casinos, and think of all the death dried up and buried in its dirt.” DeathHistorySettingDescriptionSonoraHannah Lillith AssadiWhat Lies Beneath Book:Sonora Source: Sonora