Tilde Aune

“Only a fool would consider the shores of continents, sandbanks, and parched patches the ends to the unbroken surface of water. At best, they are breaks and pauses. Or mindless chatter. Islands are mindless chatter in a meditative ocean.”
― Shubhangi Swarup, Latitudes of Longing

“Memory was life reflected in a shattered mirror. Ever since the Burman’s death, Mary had held on to him only in shards. Though the features were clear enough in her memory, she could never see the face in its entirety.”
― Shubhangi Swarup, Latitudes of Longing

“What is it your friend Marx says? That philosophers can talk about the world in many ways but no one can change it?”
“No. He says that philosophers have interpreted the world in many ways; the point is to change it.”
― Shubhangi Swarup, Latitudes of Longing

“Sitting in the garden, watching a hibiscus sun set over an emerald-green archipelago, leaves the couple unsettled. It forces them to swim in the solitary world of thoughts, preoccupations, and visions. Yet it doesn’t feel lonely.”
― Shubhangi Swarup, Latitudes of Longing