“The Passion is the hinge of time joining it to eternity which is revolves.” — Father Conrad Pepler, O.P.

“This also happened to be a time when I was reading extensively about the systemic human rights violations that had happened and were still happening in my motherland. Forgotten truths. Unearthed stories. Taboo subjects. Historical chronicles deftly erased by official propa-ganda. The labelling of anyone who dared to question the dominant narrative as a ‘traitor. Sufferings and silences hidden under the veneer of ‘normal life’. The world described by Orwell did not seem to be far off. Nor that surreal. It felt eerily familiar and dangerously close.” —Elif Shafak

(1) September 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.