I remember when people used to think I was smart.
I remember when people used to think my brain was useful.
Damaged by water, sure. And ready to seizure at any moment. But still useful, and maybe even a little bit beautiful and sacred and magical.

“They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with …”

“La pobreza no te hace fuerte ni te da lecciones de perseverancia. No, la pobrez…”

“I wasn't just defending myself. I was defending Indians, black people, and buff…”

“All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.Thei…”