Who has the right to silence?
Who does the silencing?
And who do they silence?
When does silence become deafening?
Is there remedy in voicing our pain?
Or does voicing become more violence?
How do we survive speaking our stories and continue the struggle?
But why must we make our stories into spectacles, especially when they still will not hear?
The rest may be silence…but maybe in silence there is rest….
And if so, how do we do archives differently?