“How else do we return to ourselves but to fold
The page so it points to the good part” 

when Ocean Vuong says to dog-ear your book, you do it. 

Time is a Mother, by Ocean Vuong 
🫂🤱👬🍂

Vuong continues to have the ability to upend me completely, to express the most crushing and vulnerable of feelings, to pull you into his pain and grief, but through the most beautiful poetics. The inexpressible private reality of life becomes this external imagery which we can hold our own damage within. His craft is sincere in its emotions, yet always thinking about the craft of writing itself as it’s mode of expression - Vuong is masterful. It is beautiful but heartbreaking, it is everything I love about Vuong’s work. It breaks your heart in new ways, yet holds your already damaged pieces gently in cupped hands. 

rating: ★★★★★