“Réka: When I curl up like a fetus and cry, I hear the ghosts swaying and rustling.
Unica: My wish list is forever buried in the leaves.
Francesca: I also wanted to be the shoe of the wind.”
Split / Game of Little Deaths — Réka Nyitrai
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Split We am Hans–Unica–Francesca–Réka. We am the sick rose born and reborn during the winter of 1902, 1916, 1958, 1977. We am placed and replaced in an empty vase forgotten on the head doctor’s nig…
