In the Dream House

“There is a Quichua riddle: El que me nombra, me rompe. Whatever names me, breaks me. The solution, your course, is “silence.” But the truth is, anyone who knows your name can break you in two.”

I listened to this while painting a room, and I'm glad I was slightly occupied while hearing someone mirror my own experiences in absolutely beautiful prose. It is heartbreaking, it is honest, it is clever, and it is perfect.

And it is more relatable than I wish it had cause to be.