It’s more than a word. More than a breeze that stops by once awhile. It’s a corporeal being. Another space to explore and sit on and spend time with to get used to. When you spend too much time in there, that space becomes a part of you. Or you become a part of it. And at some point it shows in your daily movement. Like [the thoughts that cross your mind] when you gaze at an ordinary object, or even when you’re peeling potatoes at 3 in the morning. The space rests between your movements, your words. It shows.
— Myrtle Yvonne