This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Listen up—there’s no war that will end all wars,’ Crow tells me. ‘War breeds war. Lapping up the blood shed by violence, feeding on wounded flesh. War is a perfect, self-contained being. You need to know that.

Problem is, once I sit at my desk and put all these down on paper. I realize something vital is missing. It doesn't crystallize - no crystals, just pebbles. And I'm not transported anywhere.

Find me now. Before someone else does.