“I’m a white dwarf, I tell myself. A dead star. Exhausted of everything life-giving, heavy not just with the weight of the past, but also the sense that nothing lies beyond, no further evolution. I’m lost and hollow. What to stand in the sun for now? Nothing, I tell myself gloomily.”

“I’m a white dwarf, I tell myself. A dead star. Exhausted of everything life-giving, heavy not just with the weight of the past, but also the sense that nothing lies beyond, no further evolution. I’m lost and hollow. What to stand in the sun for now? Nothing, I tell myself gloomily.”

— Janice Pariat