People ask, do you carry because of fear? No, I only fear the places I can’t carry. It’s not fear, it’s awareness, of what stirs in the dark, what quietly walks our streets. Most people, certainly too many young women, are oblivious to it. I was too, until I saw violence up close. It was like someone opened the window, suddenly letting in sound. It doesn’t come in all at once, the dull whoosh of the wind, the cry of a hawk, the deep throated huff of an animal out in the dark. Perhaps I’d been aware of the sound all along, but just never really listened to it, the sound being so far beyond my experience and naivety.
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