A Single Swallow

by Zhang Ling

The living can’t control their own days, but the dead are not thus bound. After death, the soul is no longer limited by time, space, or unexpected events. The soul’s world has no boundaries. To the soul, the entire universe and all eternity are just a thought away.

We feared crushing the tender pieces of old memories buried beneath the changes.

there was a clear hierarchy that separated us. Even so, out on assignment, all hierarchies were meaningless, because our lives hung on the same fragile rope. You held one end of it, and I held the other. Your loss was my loss, and mine, yours. We could live together, or we could

Facing death is a form of bravery, but so is facing life.

A dead person’s dignity was never as important as a living life.