Henna Boby

“I'm getting old. Exiled ever further from the Rome of childhood in the distant empty provinces of old age, from which there is no return. And Rome no longer answers my letters. Somewhere the past exists as a house or a street that you've left for a short while, for five minutes, and you've found yourself in a strange city. It's been written that the past is a foreign country. Nonsense. The past is my home country. The future is a foreign country, full of strange faces, I won't set foot there.

Let me go back home... my mother told me not to be late.”
― Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter

“Now the last person who remembered me as a child is gone, I told myself. And only then did I burst into sobs, like a child.”
― Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter

“Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“In the end, writing arises when man realizes that memory is not enough.”
― Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter