the owl’s library.

“Funny how life had its little ways of surprising you. Little quirks of fate.”

oh sister and daughter of Oidipous, who can be innocent in dealing with you there was never a blank slate we were always already anxious about you perhaps you know the Ingeborg Bachmann poem from the last years of her life that begins "I lose my screams" dear Antigone, I take it as the task of the translator to forbid that you should ever lose your screams

I’m on my feet, the wall is a fence— / The distance shrinks, a window recedes. / Daylight is a thread / snipped by my lungs to stich the dusk.

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”