A reality of contamination and fluidity of which also Sappho’s daughters they imbibe, in this choral story in which the narrator becomes We, as Sappho and Woolf herself taught, who declines her narrative in the future tense.
Become, to become, in this sea of possibilities in which we never feel right: listening to what that being we carry inside whispers in our ear, in the darkness of the evening, abandoning the fear of being whole again, always. Embracing the beauty of being many things at once, and not being afraid to change and redefine yourself. Because change is scary, yes, especially when you break the edges of the design that others have made of you and of what you should be. But it is necessary to continue breathing.
Maybe that’s exactly what Sappho’s daughters wants to suggest: to listen to us, to take up space, to dilute the times. An encyclopedic guide from those who – more than a hundred years ago – experienced the same fears and complexities that being a woman brings with it, and who from fragmentation brought out the most beautiful and important thing of all: (one’s) survival.
