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Kaizoku Oujo // Episode 8

“I’m sure it happens to everyone. That’s why you’ll be fine.”

Bakemono no Ko (2015) dir. Mamoru Hosoda

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. […] Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I. I will have you in my hoard, Marya Morevna, my black mirror.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

Italo Calvino, Il barone rampante

“we are two reflections that cross swords with each other,”

Octavio Paz, Is There No Way Out? (tr. by Eliot Weinberger)

Anna Swir, A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, “The Same Inside,” tr. by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan

Tamer, Beautiful Crime

Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally somehow you caught fire.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Jean Genet, Our Lady of the Flowers (tr. by Bernard Frechtman)

Muse, Map of the Problematique

We love shadows of our hidden selves in others.

Anais Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart

Ilyas Abu Shabaka, Modern Arabic Poetry: An Anthology, “You or I?”, tr. by Adnan Haydar and Michael Beard

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

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