tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-05-03:3385421 to be born, to die alone. ‣ yoRHa type a no.2 | a2. 2019-02-01T04:44:56Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2018-05-03:3385421:2121 2018-08-13T05:38:43Z 2019-02-01T04:44:56Z public 1 <blockquote><div style="font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; position: relative; letter-spacing: 0.1em; width: 45%; margin: auto;">"The guilt is like a fog; in the fog there are people."<br />— Brian Ma, from “Aerial,” Inheriting the War: Poetry and Prose by Descendants of Vietnam Veterans and Refugees</div></blockquote><br /><center><img src="https://imgur.com/WCj3RO2.gif" style="-filter: grayscale(90%); -webkit-filter: grayscale(90%); -moz-filter: grayscale(90%); -ms-filter: grayscale(90%); -o-filter: grayscale(90%);"><br /><span class="cut-wrapper"><span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"></span><b class="cut-open">(&nbsp;</b><b class="cut-text"><a href="https://abandonware.dreamwidth.org/2121.html#cutid1">The songbird then reappeared with a single question: 'How long will your hatred burn this time?'</a></b><b class="cut-close">&nbsp;)</b></span><div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"></div></center><br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=abandonware&ditemid=2121" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments