Newsletter They grow hopeless from the misery of their present existence and give up Because some have everything others nothing
Newsletter It’s like if your house had been torn up from the ground How many of these people have absolutely nothing
Newsletter I saw a lot of people die that I feel like shouldn’t have died Two people can keep each other sane
Newsletter A vague feeling of guilt ties me to that dead man I know that I owe him reparations which he will never receive
Newsletter It will go away, we're rounding the corner, it's going away Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls
Newsletter The Last Normal Day Parts 4 + 5 Like Birds on a Telephone Wire by Chris A. Smith + The Prosecution Doesn’t Rest by Shane Ferro
Newsletter You see again how far away every thing is from every other thing But death must come to them differently
