Fernanda

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

- Into the Mystic”
― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics

“In this way, the Dream House was a haunted house. You were the sudden, inadvertent occupant of a place where bad things had happened. And then it occurs to you one day, standing in the living room, that you are this house's ghost: you are the one wandering from room to room with no purpose, gaping at the moving boxes that are never unpacked, never certain what you're supposed to do. After all, you don't need to die to leave a mark of psychic pain. If anyone is living in the Dream House now, he or she might be seeing the echo of you.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

“I thought you died, but writing this, I'm not sure you did.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House

“It sounded like a dream; it tasted like damnation.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court