James Davies

“The first time I found my brother
overdosed, he looked holy. A thing
not to be touched. Yellow halo of last
night's dinner. His skin, blanched blue
fresco: Patron Saint of Smack. A Cop,
flustered, tugged up his shorts, plunged
a needle into his pale thigh. He hissed
awake like a soda can. The paramedic
spoke slowly in his ear like a lover,
asked him what color yellow and red
make. What is the difference between
a lake and a river? In the corner I
whittle my brother's used syringe
into an instrument only I can play.”
― Steven Espada Dawson

“the Euro-pop DJ took a break and someone started playing what I can only describe as turbo-folk – an energetic mix of hi-NRG, violins and Middle Eastern-type vocals.”
― Dom Joly, The Dark Tourist: Sightseeing in the world's most unlikely holiday destinations

“I'm here to tell you the tide will never stop coming in.

I'm here to tell you whatever you build will be ruined, so make it beautiful.”
― Hala Alyan

“The question today is not whether god is dead, but whether man is dead.”
― Erich Fromm