(marginalia vitae)
cherry blossoms fall slowly, a meditation over mud trodden by many over blood, and unexpected memories. gentleness perishing silently over violence perished like snow over grass.
Read More actually, when it rains, the water is white, not invisiblein a world of duplicity, the cherry blossoms flutter like something unearthly, we stop, and watch the silent destruction, all in pinks and whites, and greens of the grass that will commemorate our oblivion.
Read More breathlessly followwhilst armies march, and their survivors debate who won and who lost, and how much each one deserves, whilst people take sides or walk unreservedly, intensely by, whilst birds hastily mate and make nests and bring forth their young, whilst teenagers try out a first smoke right behind monuments to all sorts of holocaust, and […]
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