Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the… - Tan Twan Eng
Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the…
- Tan Twan Eng
I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate wi… - Tan Twan Eng
I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate wi…
Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be. - Tan Twan Eng
Die while I can still remember who I am, who I used to be.
The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man - Tan Twan Eng
The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man
A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years. - Tan Twan Eng
A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.
Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of … - Tan Twan Eng
Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of …
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation. - Tan Twan Eng
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past. - Tan Twan Eng
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain. - Tan Twan Eng
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.
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