i started a fire. i thought it would be good. i never meant to burn anyone. i did not know i could. i knew that i was guilty. i saw the evidence. i started another fire out of expedience. it did not absolve me. it only made things worse. i made another fire but the damage was not reversed. i set fire to that fire and all the fire that i lit. and when they became an inferno, i walked into it
All the translations have been set aside. There is no one left to interogate. And the rain knows what it did. So why caress at all if not to remember who you meant to be? If not to forget everything else. Even an alibi.