The moment I looked at the frightened animal in the corner of a dirty cage, I knew that writers and storytellers were dangerous manipulators.
The Stolen Bicycle – Wu Ming-Yi
How amazing it is, I thought, while flipping through book after book after book after zine after book, that I am here with THE STOLEN BICYCLE in my backpack, that we are in 2018 and still use paper, ink, and energy to capture, print, and sell random people’s precious moments of the past.
Ma Bo’le’s Second Life – Xiao Hong
The reader will have to decide if it is ok to do the wrong thing for the right reason or the right thing for the wrong reason or the right thing for the right reason or the wrong thing for the wrong reason.
The Years, Months, Days – Yan Lianke
It is the confusion that comes with the real-life impact of intangible things that causes the most destruction.
The Consequences – Niña Weijers
How often can refusal be appropriated, marketed, sold and consumed by those who possibly cause it, before the only chance an earnest human has is stop making art?
Go, Went, Gone – Jenny Erpenbeck
A system that uses and relies on lists and numbers never can account for lives, but only for bodies — dead or alive.
When the doctor asked me if I had recently experienced a tragedy, I took the English translation out of my backpack, and read to her.