There were stars. They burned my eyes.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.

The city buildings in the distance are holding up the sky, it seems.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

As she watched all of this, Liesel was certain that these were the poorest souls alive. That's what she wrote about them . . . Some looked appealingly at those who had come to observe their humiliation, this prelude to their deaths. Others pleaded for someone, anyone to step forward and catch them in their arms. No one did.

I'm just another stupid human.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.