Status Updates From My Death

"Your mother was an artist too?"
"Oh, no. My mother painted purely for her own enjoyment."

the symbolic annihilation of women in this story already is so artfully done. such a subtle removal of identity, agency and skill. to a son, a mother can never produce art, she is simply a vessel meant to serve others and herself.

There’s something about a book you find by accident, a book no one else seems to have heard of, a book that thrills and then becomes a part of you, when it’s one you so easily might never have read at all—it seems like it found you.

There’s nothing compared to the massive arrays of unpronounceable excitement I feel whenever I come across an excerpt or a quote like this, which resonates with my thoughts.