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‘He—compared her way of thinking to a tuberose coming into full bloom—On the plantation—rubber trees in the south—He enjoyed physical labour, & went out himself to tap rubber, gather lotuses, & the like. Under the dim moonlight she looked up at him—flashing the large whites of her eyes. ‘For everyone who dies, there is always someone else who remembers that person in their heart. Isn’t that the same as still living?’
— Apr 18, 2026 01:11AM
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emily
is on page 279 of 320
‘A dream about snakes—she was having ‘true communication’ with him through those ancestors. Even snakes are familiar visitors. Some people you think are unfamiliar because you don’t often actually think of them. But they cannot forget you. The two cats ran back & forth—giving off electric sparks. The music swelled & the smell of the tropical rainforest grew thin. But a rooster still crowed at the light—a plum flower’
— Apr 25, 2026 02:32PM
emily
is on page 268 of 320
‘Accompanying his narrative—she discovered before her eyes—not the rubber tree plantation but—a vast, borderless desert. The sand blown by the wind blotted out the sky. Without knowing how, she realised—the feeling this desert gave her was the same feeling as the rubber tree plantation. ‘You are his future. It isn’t him disappearing in the night, it’s you. You are the sound of nature, traveling without hindrance.’’
— Apr 24, 2026 03:05AM
emily
is on page 207 of 320
‘She was multi-talented & multi-skilled—slightly vulgar, a common woman. But there was a reverie belonging to her. Everyday it took place at a set time—middle of the night—The strange thing—this soul-corroding grief did not wear down her body. It was even nourishing: she looked excessively healthy—an intermittent smell of sulphur—she realised that the flowering plants cultivated in midair had an unusual fragrance.’
— Apr 23, 2026 02:51AM
emily
is on page 178 of 320
‘Since she had begun to weave tapestries, her desire for shopping abated—She discovered—odd signs she’d never noticed before—cats carried electricity. Her whole body verdigris, sitting among the rosebushes—This earth holds some people who, although not through language, and not through close association and exchange of emotions, can still, from estranged distance and silence, reach deeper levels of communication.’
— Apr 21, 2026 12:50AM
emily
is on page 108 of 320
‘—her intuition told her—this is your homeland & also your burial ground. At this—thunder—rain on the leaves of Chinese banana trees. That—night—muffled thunderclap under the earth—shaken his mind into a black pitch. The black cats followed him—he felt he would soon go mad. 'These flowers don’t like the light. They are from my homeland—The fragrance of certain flowers can asphyxiate people. But they yearn for that—'’
— Apr 20, 2026 01:24AM
emily
is on page 18 of 320
‘His memory retained—an image of protruding blue veins—How could a farm owner have a hand like that? The wrestler’s mournful silhouette disappeared—Look at this lamp—burns day & night in my heart, making the pitch-black places shine brightly. There were even some things she desired that were unfamiliar to him—The roses in the backyard also seemed to be electrified, & his hand recoiled like lightning from the petals.’
— Apr 17, 2026 03:37PM
