The Researcher's Book of Her/mes

Abstract

I will not reveal my secrets. I’ll leave that to the Trickster who rips the curtains away and delights in exposure. I want the mystery to remain. Can there be transparency without revelation? The more I discover, the more the questions persist. The more I write, the more my words break down, disintegrate. I want to find something to hold onto but as soon as I grasp what has solidified it turns to liquid and runs through my fingers. There is a desire to find fascination within the obsession. And to know that whatever is sought will always evade.