Only in Spring Stones Turn into Turtles, Did You Know?

2023 (mourning diary)

This text is heavily indebted to the generous work of Maya Rasker who was constantly present during the beginning of this work, whether in the form of a teacher with whom I intermittently met in the institution, or as a text and a beloved stranger next to me. I don’t even know where to begin. Or perhaps it is the beginning that is particularly difficult, which makes generosity a necessity of investigating oneself at departure, in order to act responsibly, on behalf of the self and on behalf of the other, and to strive to do justices to both. The courageous methodology of this work wouldn’t have been possible, if Maya hadn’t already prepared for it by all literary means, and across the body of her writings:

“A beginning, any beginning, has consequences for all that comes afterwards; within the text (what I am going to say next), as well as outside it (what you will gather from it), thus defining what will be in the end the significance of my attempt.” (Maya Rasker, A Writer’s Oscillations, 1.)

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Only in Spring Stones Turn into Turtles, Did You Know?