Mariana

“In her tiny dorm room bathroom, under the bright buzz of fluorescent tubes, Knox and Severin silently draw. When they finish, they stare into the mirror, at themselves, at each other. Severin flicks off the light switch. The tiny room plunges into darkness, but their reflections remain bright in the silver glass, skin like pale moths, hair like flame, eyes like fireflies. Slender green threads of electricity travel up and down the spikes of their mohawked heads. Knox turns to her: their tongues touch tip to tip, briefly, and small sparks arc out from their blackened fingernails, leaving feathery singe marks on the yellowing countertop”
― Livia Llewellyn, Furnace

“In hindsight, we should have been more vigilant, more aware that these were the places of a town where spticemia and putrification creep in first, those lonely and familiar sections we slipped into and through every day without concern or care-not the seedy crumbling but flashy edges where decay was expected, and, from a certain element of our small society, even accepted and encouraged. These quiet streets of lonely backwater districts, these were the places we never gave a single thought about, because we thought they would be here forever, unchanging in the antiseptic amber of our fixed memories. These quiet streets of lonely backwater districts were always the first to go.”
― Livia Llewellyn, Furnace

“For myself, I can’t accept just being her work. I have spent years in Paris and London, purifying myself in shit( please don’t be afraid of that word; I can’t find any other to tell you what my life has been), and I tore up all the letters her estate manager sent to me- yours, hers, even Clara’s( Clara, dead to memory)-one after the other, unread. During all those years, I wanted to be myself.
And now I am.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“I know you so well, I can’t describe you”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb