I was reading a memoir recently, and the author talked about
sitting down to draw a detailed map of a home where she felt safe and happy
when she was a child—her grandparents’, I think—and I took a breath because I have
done...
"As soon as we express something, we devalue it strangely. We believe ourselves to have dived down into the depths of the abyss, and when we once again reach the surface, the drops of water on our pale fingertips no longer resemble the ocean from which they came...Nevertheless, the treasure shimmers in the darkness unchanged." ---Franz Kafka
