found via amanda mason
She carried jars of water from the places she had been. Places of water that mirrored her mind when she got there or at a moment when it seemed as if the waters and her mind coexisted as one. The water was like her brain-fluid, swishing about. Torrid waves and rushing hues of ocean blue. I remember each one, she said. Where they are from and what they are - I mean, what I was thinking about. She put the jars on her window sill. The colors are transparent and the tide is still.
