“One realizes everything later. Sorrow always comes late. Sometimes sooner because it gives advance notice. Sorrow likes to give advance notice. Coming to find you at night, digging holes in brain and stomach and veins with pain, wounds, something dark comes to us. But you still don’t know what it is.”
— Fleur Jaeggy, tr. by Gini Alhadeff, from “I Am The Brother of XX: Essays,”













