shipLiveblogging while reading The Emperor of Gladness by Ocean Vuong, a thread.
”We pay taxes on every check to stand on the sinking banks of a river that becomes the morgue of our dreams.”
(I’m on page two and already reaching for the highlighter.)
”—the body was just this stupid little shovel we use to dig through the hours only to end up surrounded by more empty space than we know what to do with.”
Ocean Vuong: The Emperor of Gladness
Liked the start, felt increasingly nauseous toward the end. Doesn't mean the book was bad, it just wasn't for me.
https://app.thestorygraph.com/reviews/4d984a91-b301-4252-91ff-fa3204a80094
