“People around the world considered him the best concert violinist alive, but you would never guess it. He doesn’t go around flaunting his achievements. I didn't see much of my uncle until the year I turned fourteen. That February, my father died in a car accident. Everyone wanted me to cry. I tried.”

“I lay dormant in darkness, waiting for nightfall, bones thrumming with anticipation. Once unsettling, the cold and damp environment that surrounds me has become something akin to home.”

“The reflection staring back at me is a snapshot– a moment petrified in time, the subject never fulfilling its purpose or reaching its destination. My limbs remain stiff in their place.”

“And the bittersweet part about it all, was she already felt this dissociation brewing within their shared universe, almost months before it showed up on her front door step on a random Thursday afternoon.”

“What didn’t surprise her was how insane she was. She knew that she couldn’t stomach another moment sitting on what she knew, and since the funeral she had already been too blacked to second guess if this was too fucked up, but there was no looking back.”

“Some days were harder than others. Having to face the sun in her wake, felt like unbearable jabs from unsterilized needles”

“The ritual began when she was a little girl, because everyone told her she was too sensitive, too erratic in nature”