…at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
Sara Gruen, Water for Elephants
I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we won’t really exist if you don’t. Against the tyranny of time and politics, imagine us the way we sometimes didn’t dare to imagine ourselves: in our most private and secret moments, in the most extraordinarily ordinary instances of life, listening to music, falling in love, walking down the shady streets, or reading Lolita in Tehran. And then imagine us again with all this confiscated, driven underground, taken away from us.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran