Karina Zannat

“I want to see thirst
In the syllables,
Tough fire
In the sound;
Feel through the dark
For the scream.”
― Pablo Neruda

“The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“When I got the chance
I asked them a slew of questions.
They offered to burn me;
it was the only thing they knew.”
― Pablo Neruda