Notes on an Execution

by Danya Kukafka

she thought how sad it was that a single bad thing could turn you into a story, a matter to be whispered about.

Memory as the thing that makes us individual, as the thing that separates my human consciousness from yours.

guess. There is no such thing as good or evil. Instead, we have memory and choice, and we all live at various points on the spectrum between.

Men who had been handed the world, trashed it, and still demanded more.