Transcript after the jump.
Dear Baba Yaga,
The thing I thought I wanted in life now leaves me hollow. How can I find what will give my life meaning? Am I destined to be let down no matter what?
You are not some ; squirrel, hoarding up, filling the hollow–you are not simply a creature going after one morsel and then another and another until death hollows you out, endingly. Morsels always empty. But so much more churns in you than desire , desire : which is only one of the movements of yr blood. The bone & flesh of you has much to say about being.
Previously: "What Is Even the Fucking Point?"
Taisia Kitaiskaia is a poet, writer, and Michener Center for Writers fellow. She's taking questions on behalf of Baba Yaga at AskBabaYaga@gmail.com.