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Whenever I’m sad and think about love, this line resounds in my mind. It haunts me D:

lan samatha chang, hunger

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He wrapped himself about her wanting to protect all the parts of her yet untouched, wanting to heal all the parts of her so tortured. 

Rafaela pulled the silken thread around the until they were both covered in a soft blanket of space and midnight, their proximity to everything both immediate and infinitely distant.

—Karen Tei Yamashita, Tropic of Orange

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Life Ceremony has me so wrapped up in its coils that I couldn't read anything else rn if I tried. Sayaka Murata is so incredibly good at dissonance and discomfort. Like what do you mean a bridal veil made out of human skin?? Of craving the scent of someone's vomit/viscera??? Of being jealous over a curtain?? Of copulating in public with a belly full of human flesh?? The emphasis on the visceral uncomfortable nature of exchanging body fluids without sexual attraction, the focus on asexuality/ celibacy / family dynamics that are outside the "normal", the thumbing of the nose at homogeneity- I think I need to read it again.

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"I asked myself If I was sad, but I'd lost touch with what sadness was supposed to be." Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

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earth greeting

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