sarah

“If one listened, one could hear it in their voices. One can tell a lot, even in such a state, by the way someone speaks another's name.”
― Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water

“A corpse kneels beside a well.
Mesmerized by the reflection of its living flesh: it wonders what could have been done and could have been.
And for as long as the moon shines, the feeble illusion will prevail.”
― Plastiboo, Vermis, Lost Dungeons and Forbidden Woods

“This body holds the body. This arm holds the spear. And the spear cuts through water.”
― Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water

“If you dare tell me he’s Odysseus’s son as if that’s some sacred charm, I will scream,” she answers, clear as the ringing of the hollow drum. “I will wail and rend my hair, the whole thing. So help me, Hera, I will do it.” Sweetheart, I whisper, I’m here for it. Many is the time my husband has returned from his frolics and I’ve turned on the waterworks, rent my garments, flung myself upon the ground and sworn that I shall die, scratched at my eyes, drawn blood from my celestial skin and beaten my fists against his chest. It doesn’t change his behaviour long-term, but at least I get to embarrass him some tiny, tiny fraction of the way he humiliates, demeans, dishonours and diswomans me. So you do the wailing; I’ll bring the olives.”
― Claire North, Ithaca