Alec

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
― Claire-Louise Bennett, Checkout 19

“Desire in itself is empty, in other words it merely indicates direction, but never destination; destinations, in any case, always remain phantasmagoric and unclear; the closer we get to them, the more enigmatic they become. By no means is it possible to ever actually attain a given destination, nor, in so doing, appease desire.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Flights

“If there weren’t exceptions, why look at all that surrounds us?”
― Fleur Jaeggy, The Water Statues

“I write in lieu of love, to fill that empty space above death.”
― Annie Ernaux, Getting Lost