I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
Saturday, July 9, 2016
The day I am killed my killer will find tickets in my pockets: One to peace, one to fields and the rain, and one to humanity's conscience. I beg you--please don't waste them. I beg you, you who kill me: Go. –Samih al-Qasim