The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.

One wild card was yet to be played.

Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

Outside is dark. The kitchen light is loud. It deafens me as I walk towards it.