The Water Dancer, by Ta-Nehisi Coates.
Where I learned that there is absolutely nothing that Ta-Nehisi can’t write about, and that memory is only exhausting in the instances where we forget who we’re remembering for. One of my favorites of the year.
Where I learned that there is absolutely nothing that Ta-Nehisi can’t write about, and that memory is only exhausting in the instances where we forget who we’re remembering for. One of my favorites of the year.