Night

In the beginning there was faith—which is. Childish; trust—which is vain; and illusion—which is dangerous.

To forget would be not only dangerous but offensive; to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

I was nothing but a body…The stomach alone was measuring time.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: “For God’s sake, where is God?” And from within me, I heard a voice answer: “Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows…”

One died because one had to. No point in making trouble.