What Makes Iago Evil? Some People Ask.

I Think Nobody Owns The Land Until Their Dead Are In It.

We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live.

Grief Turns Out To Be A Place None Of Us Know Until We Reach It.

We Forget All Too Soon The Things We Thought We Could Never Forget. We Forget The Loves And The Betrayals Alike, Forget What We Whispered And What We Screamed, Forget Who We Were.

I Know Why We Try To Keep The Dead Alive: We Try To Keep Them Alive In Order To Keep Them With Us.