Oscar Wilde, himself no stranger to persecution in his time, wrote, « A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at. »
We are all of us always dreaming what could be, and trying to call into being what should be. As journalists, our utopias are often etched as negative space, by pointing out what should not be. As poets, by creating absences, we invite what might fill them: those things - love, liberty, what our imaginary countries might look like - we hold most dear.
I cannot fathom what your days must be like, though we who exercise our freedom of speech every day know our privilege. Imprisonment, disappearances, torture - humanity’s darker bents are frequent, and closer to home than we would care to admit. We know our privilege, and we know of the voices that, while quelled, are never silenced.
Il n’y a pas d’oubliettes en littérature.
I wish you beautiful utopias, and courage in the meantime.