Already their stories were becoming lies because nobody wanted to listen, nobody had the time. That’s what happens to a story if nobody listens and nobody has the time, it flies off and your mouth stays open. You end up being a liar because what you say doesn’t matter. And there’s no tracing or lasting to your stories. They had to end somewhere and another life had to be started and the stories had to be tucked away or secreted away or pressed down because they wandered off in reasons. Their thoughts belonged to wood and this place belonged to metal.
— Dionne Brand, Another Place, Not Here. New York: Grove Press, 1997, 60-1Notes
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