No law applies to us. No decision has been made about our destiny. We do not complete sentences here. We stare at our coins in confusion. We are waiting. We are in between-space, in the strip of light in a dark room. We are a process, an action, a movement, a verb (not a noun), a subjunctive (not a preterit). We are an exception to the grammar rule, an irregular conjugation.
En Transito by Deb Olin Unferth
