Pinaki Dewan Quotes

she is whole as a dewdrop sticking to a cobweb

Is this prismatic place really just a cage?

And hatred seeps into the window blocking light from within, and the roof crumbles into the skin, and the teardrops like cinders glow.

Like ink to water, Like diversity to death, Like money to fire, Like skin to a spearhead, What are we But specks to eternity?

life is a fissure upon the most uniform surface of death

it is in the aorta of darkness not some mere shadow that i find my will to thrive

tomorrow let's begin to climb every black ladder to reach a bluer harmony

Textile moon, starry umbel, udder of darkness: Uncork the unbearable lightness of sleep; So, I may cry tonight.

and everything hides itself within the shadows of feral nature

an invective against the small things this mammoth wasteland