Jaymes

“But look how we broke each other in the end. Who could have killed me better than you?”
― Eloghosa Osunde, Vagabonds!

“Gold chuckled, remembering the true thing F. told her another time. In a place where people threw their kids away all the time just for existing, a parent who loved you because you were your could sometimes look and feel like God. "But remember," F. had said, "that even when their love feels divine, they're not God. They're your parent. It's okay if you still don't know what that means. I don't either, because I mean, you know how my story goes. We don't have many examples. But what is life for, if not figuring it out, abi?”
― Eloghosa Osunde

“So, a boy stands, then kneels in a pool of moonlight at midnight in his parents’ garden, asking God to kill him for being him. Then he looks up and God says a decisive no with not just one, but all the beautiful mouths They have. That’s it, that’s the story. And the lesson, love, is this: If your own god keeps failing you, God can show you another.”
― Eloghosa Osunde, Vagabonds!

“Imagination is not obligated to let practicalities dominate, nor to judge itself in terms of dualistic language (true vs untrue; reality vs fantasy; good vs evil, etc.) The paradox of imagination is that it cannot imagine itself while it is experienced and it can't judge itself while experienced.

'I promise never to imagine cutting a kittens throat' is a ridiculous proposition. Most of us wish that people would not get pleasure imagining such things to the exclusion of anything else. Even so, imagining per se leaves no traces, while planning may do so and preforming always does. Imagining leave no traces, which is not the same as saying imagining has no effect.”
― Jeanne Randolph, Ethics of Luxury: Materialism and Imagination