For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. That is what we both certainly are.

For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.

The world, after all, was still a place of bottomless horror. It was by no means a place of childlike simplicity where everything could be settled by a simple then-and-there decision.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

Last year nothing happened The year before nothing happened And the year before that nothing happened.