burnable

“Villiam was asleep in his four-post bed. He dreamt that the bed was made of human flesh, a living thing of fat and soft baby skin.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Lapvona

“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“everything made me cringe”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Whose apartment is this?”
“Marisa’s. I told you.”
― William Gibson, Pattern Recognition