leaving space

Across these pages, love sits beside loneliness. Anxiety sits beside intuition. Blackness sits beside America. Queerness sits beside faith, doubt, desire, and contradiction. Grief shares a room with humor. Anger shares one with tenderness.

Nothing is required to resolve itself. The book leaves room for the unfinished. For the things you don’t know how to name. For the questions that become more interesting when they don’t have answers. And of course, for you. There is room here for what you haven’t found words for yet.