I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in...

Why did I always end up loving the person who hurt me the most? Why was love so cruel?

Soon he was online every night until one or two a.m. Often he would wake up at three of four a.m. and go back online. He would shut down the computer screen when I walked...

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

People told me not to get married; I didn´t listen. No one ever listens, it seems to me now. Perhaps people should stop trying to communicate. N was not a communicator; early on, I´d insisted...

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.

I can’t understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are seperated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.

I sensed he may have occasionally strayed in some of his past relationships. It was something I felt but ignored, a rent in the fabric of an otherwise splendid garment I thought I could mend....

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.