Yesenia

“—¿Nunca quisieron tener otro hijo?
—Sí —dijo Gonzalo—. Ella perdió uno.
—¿Un hijo tuyo?
—Bueno, no alcanzó a ser un hijo.
—Pero ¿era tuyo?
—Sí.
—Entonces vos también lo perdiste al hijo, Gonza. No sabés hablar.”
― Alejandro Zambra, Poeta chileno

“The axiom of equality states that x always equals x: it assumes that if you have a conceptual thing named x, that it must always be equivalent to itself, that it has a uniqueness about it, that it is in possession of something so irreducible that we must assume it is absolutely, unchangeably equivalent to itself for all time, that its very elementalness can never be altered. But it is impossible to prove. Always, absolutes, nevers: these are the words, as much as numbers, that make up the world of mathematics. Not everyone liked the axiom of equality––Dr. Li had once called it coy and twee, a fan dance of an axiom––but he had always appreciated how elusive it was, how the beauty of the equation itself would always be frustrated by the attempts to prove it. It was the kind of axiom that could drive you mad, that could consume you, that could easily become an entire life.

But now he knows for certain how true the axiom is, because he himself––his very life––has proven it. The person I was will always be the person I am, he realizes. The context may have changed: he may be in this apartment, and he may have a job that he enjoys and that pays him well, and he may have parents and friends he loves. He may be respected; in court, he may even be feared. But fundamentally, he is the same person, a person who inspires disgust, a person meant to be hated.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“¿Qué significa vivir
a partir de ahora?

El sol me daba
en la cara
cuando me lo pregunté, tumbada.

Me quedé quieta,
con los ojos cerrados
hasta que pasó la luz.”
― Han Kang, Guardé el anochecer en el cajón

“Una vez leí que perteneces a todos los lugares a los que regresas cuando cierras los ojos, pero yo creo que tu verdadero sitio es aquel en el que quieres permanecer con ellos abiertos.”
― Alexandra Roma, La noche que paramos el mundo