The Chestnut Man

by Søren Sveistrup

grief is love made homeless, that one needs to live with grief and force oneself on.

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Hess had long thought of death with indifference. Not because he hated life, but because existence was painful. He hadn’t sought help, nor had he gone to the few friends he’d had. He hadn’t taken the advice that had been given to him. Instead he’d fled. He’d run as fast as he could, the darkness chasing him, and sometimes it had worked.