My hatred gives me strength.
I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
Never apologize. Never explain.
echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back.
Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
Nobody had forgotten anything here. In Berlin, you had to wrestle with the past, you had to build on the ruins, inside them. It wasn't like America where we scraped the earth clean, thinking we could start again every time.