November 16, 2025

I miss who we all were, before we were this

“We live in such bleak times and what keeps me going is living to the maximum without apology.”

“To crip something is to bend, compress, twist, subvert, and imbue disabled wisdom into systems, institutions, and cultures. As I’ve done before as a physically disabled person, I will now crip the world mightily with the multiple perspectives I have as a disabled, nonspeaking, ventilator-dependent, high-risk Asian American woman. It takes a tremendous amount of emotional and physical labor to crip the world.”

“Curl your body under the sun, eat to your heart's content, hiss at your mortal nemeses”

Rest in peace, Alice Wong.

Attribution

I am reminded of the righteousness I had
before the scorch of time. I miss who I was.
I miss who we all were, before we were this: half
alive to the brightening sky, half dead already.
I place my hand on the unscarred bark that is cool
and unsullied, and because I cannot apologize
to the tree, to my own self I say, I am sorry.
I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.
— from Salvage by Ada Limón