Roseena Veronika Hussain

‘I loved Reva, but I didn’t like her anymore. We’d been friends since college, long enough that all we had left in common was our history together, a complex circuit of resentment, memory, jealously, denial, and a few dresses I’d let Reva borrow, which she’d promised to dry clean and return but never did.’

– Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation