A Statement

the myth of sisyphus is a statement against suicide. lately, i’ve been counting my blessings. underscoring my self with silver linings. i’m finding beauty in etymology, chickadees in parking lots, and the way the wind brushes against my collar on cold november mornings. most indo-european languages can trace their roots to the fertile crescent, to sanskrit. i’m looking for answers in the oxford dictionary, in ancient languages gesticulating toward god. indra, devas, deus, zeus. there is symmetry in so many diasporic sounds. so many different expressions trying, failing, to encapsulate awe. i grew up landlocked and long to return to the sea. abzu. nu. kek. i chisel away at myself until i am dust. when i am free of myself i am bound to everything.