Saskia Vogel

She had one of those faces that could easily serve as a screen for other people’s projections

smell of sweat and spice came from my armpits. It’s humiliating, I thought, to live in this body

was a strange plant. It looked fake, unnatural. Like something that couldn’t possibly have come

from the earth, something made up, the product of a peculiar thought

We knew that they lived out their youth outside of youth. Beyond the time of female friends, forever in the time of nuns.

Anna Della Subin, author of Accidental