“Sleep, sleep, mosquitoes are whispering. You have nothing to do child, you are worthless, so sleep; whisper turned into music. I sleep, I wake up, I eat, watch the wall clock, the lizard, smashed rice on the table. I open my diary, cannot find a word to write, I go back to sleep again. I am in this vicious cycle of nothingness. It is slow, it is exhausting.”
“Day or night, no one in this room could tell the difference. Shameless tube lights are glimmering over our head. I lost the track of my countdown. It feels I born here, in this white room. They cut the umbilical cord connected to my mother, my mom got free and I broke all the bonds. There is no life outside this room, no faces to live for, no one to love".