History is told through kitchens, bedrooms, and the ghosts that never leave.

“Language itself turns into jungle: tangled, humid, alive with spirits.”

"To write is to inhabit a body not fully your own."

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.”

History itself becomes a myth, and myth becomes the only way to tell history.

"I change myself, I change the world."

“Reality, for her, was never stable — it blinked, mirrored, and sometimes lied”

“Nothing can last forever. There isn’t any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn’t fade out at last.”