Carolina

“Our beaches are still waiting for the end of a war that's been going on for so long people have stopped believing it's real. They build hotels, put up neon signs, but it's all fake, we're on a knife-edge, it could all give way any moment. We're living in limbo. In the winter that never ends.”
― Elisa Shua Dusapin, Winter in Sokcho

“Whenever someone does something nice for me, I feel intensely aware of how strange and sad it is to know someone.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“My mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby, and her mother had a baby. Every woman in my family before me lived to have a baby—just so that baby could grow up to have another baby. If I don’t have a baby, then all of those women reproduced just so that I could exist. I am the final product. I am the final baby.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“They band together and reduce us to kids having a tantrum, dismissing our words so we can’t pierce their armor. Part of me wants to kick crazily at the floor and scream until they listen, but of course that’ll only confirm their belief that I’m nothing more than a silly child.”
― Jesse Q. Sutanto, Dial A For Aunties