How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.
And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain
It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have.
without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.
purification in fire. public cremation