Madison

“It would be there—the eternal smell of the coffee the sugar the hemp sweating slow iron plates above the forked deliberate brown water and lost lost lost all ultimate blue of latitude and horizon; the hot rain gutterfull plaiting the eaten heads of shrimp; the ten thousand inescapable mornings wherein ten thousand airplants swinging stippleprop the soft scrofulous soaring of sweating brick and ten thousand pairs of splayed brown hired Leonorafeet tigerbarred by jaloused armistice with the invincible sun: the thin black coffee, the myriad fish stewed in a myriad oil—tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow; not only not to hope, not even to wait: just to endure.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“I find that the more I hide, the more presentable I am to the world”
― Mary H.K. Choi, Yolk

“(If you do not know precisely where impossibility begins and ends, then of course it cannot constrain you.)”
― Olivie Blake, The Atlas Paradox

“Tell me, just this once, if you still think of me. And let me recklessly, tenderly, tell you one more time: I love you.”
― Qiu Miaojin, Notes of a Crocodile