Of Dust and Other Things
Callings of the Motherland
If it ever is the case that you find your being pierced by the truths contained in these broken remnants of longing and silent weeping, know that the writer did weave these stories while herself collecting the shards of memories and sweeping them into a heart she was holding in her bare hands.
Here, you will find psithurism, feuillemort, hireath. Here, also, you will feel onism: the awareness of how little, how very little of the world you will ever experience.