Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing.
Knowledge, Silence, Secrets
Most of the soil we walk on once grew and breathed, and once it had the shape of the living, long ago. One day someone who doesn’t remember us will walk on our skin and flesh and bones, on the dust that remains of us.
Death, Time
I would like to think she turns around and goes home and does one thing differently that day because of what she has imagined, and again the day after that, and the day after that.
Future, Past