"There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth."

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Every story, every poem, every written piece is about belonging. There is a me, there is a we, there is an us, and we want to belong to it or we don't want to belong. You can read every story with this as its main focus.

— Alejandro Zambra