Han Kang

Deborah Smith

Emily Yae Won

From the International Booker Prize-Winning Author of the Vegetarian

Greek Lessons

Lindsay

If only she’d made a map of the route her tears used to take.

If only she’d used a needle to engrave pinpricks, or even just traces of blood, over the route where the words used to flow.

But, she mutters, from a place deeper than tongue and throat, that was too terrible a route.

anastasia

It was around then that I realized for the first time that falling in love is like being haunted. Even before I opened my eyes in the morning, you would slip in under my eyelids. 

Dora Tominic

She'd chosen this place many years ago, on the ground floor so her son could play freely. But he had shown no desire to stamp his feet or run about. When she told him it was okay to use the skipping rope in the living room, he asked, 'But won't it be noisy for the worms and snails?'

louv

She no longer thought in language. She moved without language and understood without language — as it had been before she learned to speak, no, before she obtained life, silence, absorbing the flow of time like balls of cotton, enveloped her body both outside and in.

Scribbled directly below a sentence by Borges, 

The world is an illusion, and living is dreaming

that dream so vivid? How does blood flow and hot tears gush forth?

That when the most frail, tender, forlon parts of us, that is to say our life-breaths, are at some point returned to the world of matter, we will receive nothing in recompense. [...] And that there is no complete thing, ever. At least in this world.

Emiley Jones

If snow is the silence that falls from the sky, perhaps rain is an endless sentence.

To her, there was no touch as instantaneous and intuitive as the gaze. It was close to being the only way of touching without touch.

sina (she/her) 

Why had I been such a fool when it came to loving you? My love for you wasn't foolish, but I was; had my own innate foolishness made love itself foolish? 

The interior of her mouth is as empty as the veins through which the blood no longer flows, it is as empty as a lift shaft where the lift has ceased to operate.

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