Vic

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“when I imagine myself

I am always leaving

I couldn’t draw my own face if god asked”
― Andrés Cerpa

“Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face--there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.

Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.

The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Me enorgullece que la primera palabra pronunciada por mi hijo, hace cinco días, haya sido, contra toda tendencia estadística, la palabra papá. Ahora la dice a cada rato. Todavía le cuesta, eso sí, articular la bilabial oclusiva sorda p, por lo que momentáneamente la reemplaza por bilabial nasal sonora m.”
― Alejandro Zambra, Literatura infantil