Intimacies: A Novel

eschew

there were great chasms beneath words, between two or sometimes more languages, that could open up without warning.

supplication.

The thought was disquieting—that our identities should be so mutable, and therefore the course of our lives.

strident:

logorrheic

rigmarole,

garrulous

It is surprisingly easy to forget what you have witnessed, the horrifying image or the voice speaking the unspeakable, in order to exist in the world we must and we do forget, we live in a state of I know but I do not know.