What does a word mean? And a life? In the end, it seems to me, the same thing. Just as a word can have many dimensions, many nuances, great complexit… - Jhumpa Lahiri

The thought of Christmas overwhelms him. He no longer looks forward to the holiday; he wants only to be on the other side of the season. His impatience makes him feel that he is incontrovertibly, finally, an adult.

And she refused to go to that miserable place he had dragged her to so many times, to hope for a thing that was unchangeable.

It's a sort of literary act of survival. I don't have many words to express myself — rather, the opposite. I'm aware of a state of deprivation. And yet, at the same time, I feel free, light. I rediscover the reason that I write, the joy as well as the need.