Ummmm.... So I must revisit "Night Sky With Exit Wounds", because this was beautiful.
This man's way with words and language Melts my brain in the best way.

“I promise you, I was here. I felt things that made death so large it was indistinguishable from air—and I went on destroying inside it like wind in a storm.”
― Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

“a loaf of rye is rising out of itself, growing lighter as it takes up more of the world. In humans, we call this Aging. In bread, we call it Proof.”
― Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother