These things you did were like prayers; you did them and you hoped they would save you. And for the most part they did. Or something did; you could tell by the fact that you were still alive.

“How much longer can I be so fucking cute?”

“It was as if they could read each other’s minds. No, not minds: each other’s mi…”

“If you can call it talking, these clipped whispers, projected through the funne…”

“Το νερό δεν αντιστέκεται. Το νερό ρέει. Όταν βυθίζεις το χέρι σου μέσα του, το …”