A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?

I look at her wish we could go inside and make love on the couch. Dive inside each other. Take each other. Make each other. Nothing happens, though.

You don't always get what you wish for. Especially in Nazi Germany

If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.

They'd been standing like that for thirty seconds of forever.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death