"Inside the asylum where my thaththa workshis first job in this countrythere are cocoons and casings hanging from the ceilings but few moths and no butterflies. Some cocoons are delicate, like cotton balls; others look as if made from papier-mch. A chrysalis dangles, its nacre surface hard and iridescent. They all hum and vibrate; none speak. The presence of so many cocoons but no butterflies or moths perplexes my father. It has an unsettling effect, like being continually surrounded by pregnancies but never hearing an infants cry."
- "Alexithymia," by Hasanthika Sirisena