Bach Trang

“I think I still have rain somewhere in my heart.”
― Kelwyn Sole

“When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at least six hours, and be drunk from a gourd. Water should never be drunk from metal.
And at night it is better still. I used to lie on the pallet in the hall, waiting until I could hear them all asleep, so I could get up and go back to the bucket. It would be black, the shelf black, the still surface of the water a round orifice in nothingness, where before I stirred it awake with the dipper I could see maybe a star or two in the bucket, and maybe in the dipper a star or two before I drank,”
― William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

“They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“in a world
full of
temporary things

you are
a perpetual
feeling.”
― Sanober Khan