Vioo

“I read, I wrote, I learned, and I fucked—it was a classic liberal arts education.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“Preverbal, love is the smell of a known body, the touch of a recognized hand, the blurred face in a haze of light. Words come, and love sharpens. Love becomes describable, narratable, relatable. Over time, one love comes to lay atop another, a mother's love, a father's love, a lover's love, a friend's love, an enemy's love. This promiscuous mixing of feelings and touches, of smiles and cries in the dark, of half-pushed pleasures and heart-cracking pain, of shared unutterable intimacies and guttural expressions, layer in embellished bricolage. One love coats another, like the clear pages of an anatomy textbook, drawing pictures of things we can only ever see in fractions. With the coming of words, love writes and is then overwritten; love is marginalia illegibly scrawled in your own illegible hand. In time, love becomes a dense manuscript, a palimpsest of inscrutable, epic proportions, one love is overlaying another, thick and hot and stinking of beds. It's an unreadable mess.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“Pada dasarnya, semua orang adalah ahli semiotika yang mampu melihat tanda-tanda yang memiliki makna, bahkan seseorang yang tidak percaya takhayul pun tetap membersitkan firasat meski hanya segaris tipis.”
― Ruwi Meita, Rumah Lebah