Evgeniya

“Има някаква тъга в смяната на сезоните – в това, как единият едва забележимо започва да избледнява, как силата му намалява и белезите на упадъка му стават все по-видими и все по-необратими, а присъствието на другия плахо започва да се усеща и да набира сили, докато един ден цялата му красота се излее с пълни шепи върху природата и той удобно се настани на трона на предшественика си така, сякаш никога няма да си тръгне.”
― Галин Никифоров, Къщата на клоуните

“That’s the experience I’ve gained from working in the garden: there’s no reason to be cautious or anxious about anything, life is so robust, it seems to come cascading, blind and green, and at times it is frightening, because we too are alive, but we live in what amounts to a controlled environment, which makes us fear whatever is blind, wild, chaotic, stretching towards the sun, but most often also beautiful, in a deeper way than the purely visual, for the soil smells of rot and darkness, teems with scuttling beetles and convulsing worms, the flower stalks are juicy, their petals brim with scents, and the air, cold and sharp, warm and humid, filled with sunrays or rain, lies against skin, accustomed to the indoors, like a soothing compress of hereness.”
― Karl Ove Knausgård, Om høsten

“The big event that rips through the heart of things and changes life for everyone, the unforgettable moment when something ends and something else begins. Was that what this was, he asked himself, a moment similar to the outbreak of war? No, not quite. War announces the beginning of a new reality, but nothing had begun today, a reality had ended, that was all, something had been subtracted from the world, and now there was a hole, a nothing where there had once been a something, as if every tree in the world had vanished, as if the very concept of tree or mountain had been erased from the human mind.”
― Paul Auster, 4 3 2 1

“At times I fake my enthusiasm. At others, I fear I am incapable of communicating the depth of it.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets