Notes on an Execution

by Danya Kukafka

you have always believed that pity is the most offensive of feelings. Pity is destruction wearing a mask of sympathy. Pity strips you bare. Pity shrinks.

No one is all bad. No one is all good. We live as equals in the murky gray between.

The right kind of love will eat you alive.

You have already lived through much worse.

Morality is not fixed. It’s fluid, ever-changing.

You are more than just the wicked.

There are millions of men out there who want to hurt women—people seem to think that Ansel Packer is extraordinary, because he actually did.