Nothing in Particular

“I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.”

Yesterday is ashes; tomorrow wood. Only today does the fire burn brightly. 

Soft air, wet leaves; --the scent was spring, the scent sorrow.

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.”

"An evil man will burn his own nation to the ground to rule over the ashes. "

I wish children didn't die. I wish they would be temporarily elevated to the skies until the war ends.

“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.”

But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hours, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell-burst, the plummet of the car from the bridge.