I have scars on my hands from touching certain people… Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand.
“Give it up, the tragedies of your mind
All your fears and doubts are mounting up
There’s no room for you to breathe there
Who says you must perpetuate all the nonsense you were born into?
In the old days there were men who looked at fear and never questioned.”—saul williams.