Días de soledad
I’m reading A Hundred Years of Solitude, a story about several generations of one family whose characters all live lives of solitude. Most are thickly embroiled in passions, whether romantic, libertine, political, or religious; all live in irreconcilable solitude alongside one another.
I’m at home these days, and it’s reminding me of what family means. Despite my romanticised notions of comforting familiarity and belonging, I’m remembering that family is also scandal, hurt, or quiet disappointment. It’s solitude while around the people closest to you.