"Something is wrong with the third floor. I have nightmares about it..." Emma Wilson-Kanamori is a writer, artist, and dancer who grew up in Japan and currently resides in Scotland.
"Even before it started, the journey felt like a snake: something undulating and coiling and predatory. Later it felt like—nothing. It began on a humid-thick and warm spring day with a woman sitting on the wagon facing west..."
"The city during the summer is golden and dripping, syrupy slow, and the days taste sweet, like clementines or peaches, the juice running in sticky rivers down forearms, chins..."
"Septimus had always had a fondness for cephalopods. The poetry of suction cups, the grace of tentacles, the strangeness of their beaks, the mysterious flexibility of their heads..."
"I heard that boy had run away, yes, run away, with something dangerous, yes, dangerous, I said, he was last spotted round this corner, this very one, yes, he had an instrument under his arm, what Jimmy called: a kaleidoscope."
"Abdullah thinks of the olive tree growing in the backyard that he used to have. How, a week after the airstrike, his wife had gone back to search for an olive to plant. She found that the entire tree had burned down. She wept as though she had lost a son..."