before i could remember

part 1 ~nothing~ Something even the Greeks couldn’t understand. The pulsing of my mother’s womb—turbid and hollow; slick like the sound of a pallet struck against a gong. Empty. Pristine.  It was like coming out of a vacuum where the white silence that cloaked you in the womb was drowned out by the obtrusive somethingness,Continue reading “before i could remember”