Notes on an Execution

by Danya Kukafka

The chaplain spoke about forgiveness and relieving the burden, and accepting what we cannot change.

Pity is destruction wearing a mask of sympathy. Pity strips you bare. Pity shrinks.

The right kind of love will eat you alive.

We are created by what has happened to us, combined with who we choose to be.

Evil hides, sly and invisible, in the corners of everything else.