My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.

“It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn'…”

“Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorr…”

“Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.”

“Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.”