One day, this world will burn down from the love it can not bear. Fire will reduce flesh to bone and bone to ash, ash to smoke, smoke to air: this is how we shall go. There are mercies in this life so small and humble that they will break you more easily than the cruelities ever would.

When i was a kid, I used to claim i can see for miles and miles. I wonder if i would be able to see her if i stand on a hill.