Today is the one-year anniversary of Emma’s death, the day I found out she had taken her own life in Venice, Italy. Remember her today by flipping through Girldrive, visiting her memorial website and looking through her many gorgeous, haunting photos, reading some more of her beautiful writing, or listening to a Bikini Kill or Silver Jews record (“Mixtapes are better than manifestos,” she said. Amen sista.)
And remember her spirit, the one that was so taken by the road and all its possibilities:
“The road tells you what to do. Throw on some shades, pump up the radio, put your hands on the wheel. Retrace your route in reflection, but look only as far as the blur of passing yellow lines to see the present. Race your future to the finish line.”
Miss you girl. Feminism, and the world, is a more barren place without you.