Mella Dumali

“Whenever I find it hard to know what to do with myself, I imagine I have a zip fastener in my belly, from my neck to my groin, and that I’m slowly undoing it, from top to bottom. And then I pull my arms out of my arms, my legs out of my legs, and take my head off my head. As I extract myself from my own body, it falls off me like old clothes. Underneath them I’m finer, soft, almost transparent. I have a body like a Jellyfish, white, milky, phosphorescent. This fantasy is the only thing capable of bringing me relief. Oh yes, then I am free.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“The only way is through.” And the way through is to feel.”
― Ezzie Spencer, Lunar Abundance: Cultivating Joy, Peace, and Purpose Using the Phases of the Moon

“I still look for her as soon as the first sliver appears in the sky, and the more it waxes, the more clearly I imagine I can see her, her or something of her, but only her, in a hundred, a thousand different vistas, she who makes the Moon the Moon and, whenever she is full, sets the dogs to howling all night long, and me with them.”
― Italo Calvino, The Complete Cosmicomics

“Perhaps tiny signs reveal this sort of cosmic event to us, but we don’t notice them either”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead