When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.

When a person's last response was Saumensch or Saukerl or Arschloch, you knew you had them beaten.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)