"Violence ruptures the sky in half— It shatters every world that’s in the making of a map of light. I fall fast between drops of blood. With precision I cut into my skin and sever the sun from me."
The World Must End: Affect Theory and Diaspora
After years of feminist theory in which I reappraised the ways in which femininity and women’s bodies were made and broken by external forces, scattered into a thousand-piece puzzle and inadequately glued back together, I found interest in a similar issue with regard to the African-American diaspora. Eventually, in alleviating clarity, there is a desire for the world to end, to fashion it anew—and irrespective of how it will be composed, the beauty of annihilated worlds will burn in it brightly and confidently.