Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars
Moments. All gathering towards this one.
Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?
Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.
Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird flying low across the garden. Then nothing. Nothing. A cloud passes. Nothing again. Light falls through the window, falls onto me, into me. Moments. All gathering towards this one.