Sublime

Our patients’ lives and identities may be in our hands, yet death always wins.

I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes, a sound forming the face of your own son. Boom.

Billy was having an adventure very common among people without power in time of war: He was trying to prove to a willfully deaf and blind enemy that he was interesting to hear and see.

Care and love, for us, are pronounced clearest through service:

To be human is to confuse a satisfying story with a meaningful one, and to mistake life for something huge with two legs.