Wednesday, March 29, 2017
The Burning Of Snow
Tell me again, the story of all the things I cannot do, so I can tell you the story of how I will do them.
Monday, March 27, 2017
The Heart Of The Night
Monday, March 20, 2017
The 10000 Ton Grave
"What I'm saying is I don't want you hurting somewhere when you least expect it. I don't want you ordering coffee and waiting and suddenly feeling sad and lonely out of nowhere. That's why I'm saying we should bury them deep, these people that we were and the things that we had, and far away from each other. I don't want them finding each other again, in the ground beneath us. I don't want you to hurt again and I don't want to hurt either and as near as I can tell, that's all we can do for each other."
Monday, March 13, 2017
The Cold End Of All Things
"Even if you've forgotten who you are, you could at least try to remember what you mean, and who you mean it to."
"I think I've forgotten both who I am and what I mean. And why should I care? Why should any of us mean anything."
"You're just talking now. You do not have to talk if you don't want to.
"What is left to talk about? These are our lives and they have both begun and begun to end."
"I think I've forgotten both who I am and what I mean. And why should I care? Why should any of us mean anything."
"You're just talking now. You do not have to talk if you don't want to.
"What is left to talk about? These are our lives and they have both begun and begun to end."
Monday, March 6, 2017
The World We Live In
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