That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.
It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total.

“For a second something deep and old rises inside me and I could fall on the gro…”

“It sounded like the world was ending. But it wasn't.”

“I was thinking of Lena. Of course. I was always thinking of Lena.”

“I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.”