Alex

“Moterys, kurios užkasa savo vaikus, kartu palaidoja ir Dievą.”
― Giedra Radvilavičiūtė, Šiąnakt aš miegosiu prie sienos

“There’s a word Trevor once told me about, one he learned from Buford, who served in the navy in Hawaii during the Korean War: kipuka. The piece of land that’s spared after a lava flow runs down the slope of a hill—an island formed from what survives the smallest apocalypse. Before the lava descended, scorching the moss along the hill, that piece of land was insignificant, just another scrap in an endless mass of green. Only by enduring does it earn its name. Lying on the mat with you, I cannot help but want us to be our own kipuka, our own aftermath, visible. But I know better.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Nuoširdžiai manau, kad didžioji literatūra mirė, todėl išnyko ir mirtis kūrinių finaluose, nes beveik visas menas dabar yra kuriamas tam, kad žmonės mirtį pamirštų.”
― Giedra Radvilavičiūtė, Šiąnakt aš miegosiu prie sienos

“A new immigrant, within two years, will come to know that the salon is, in the end, a place where dreams become the calcified knowledge of what it means to be awake in American bones — with or without citizenship — aching, toxic, and underpaid.

I hate and love your battered hands for what they can never be.”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous