Ankush Agarwal

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“Phones ringing in the middle
of the night always sound harsh and grating, like some savage metal tool out to
destroy the world. I felt it was my duty, as a member of the human race, to put a
stop to it”
― Haruki Murakami, Hombres sin mujeres

“my own voice was now tinged with the
dead too. The kind of unsettled feeling the newly deceased bring on is highly
contagious. It moves through the phone line as a faint trembling, transforming
the sound of words, bringing the world in sync with its vibration.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hombres sin mujeres

“No one can keep their eyes on someone every second. You have to
sleep, have to use the bathroom. Need to scrub the bathtub sometime. Have to
slice onions, have to snap off the ends of string beans. Check the air in the tires
of your car. That’s how we left each other. Or, rather, how she left me. There was
always, in the background, the unambiguous shadow of a sailor. A single dark,
autonomous shadow gliding up the wall of a building. Bathtubs, onions, and air
were simply shards of metaphor scattered like thumbtacks by that shadow.”
― Haruki Murakami, Hombres sin mujeres