Status Updates From Comptine pour l'enfant-soldat

«تنهایی مثل این است که پشتت یخ کرده باشد و بخارد [...] ما تنهایی را در قلبمان حس نمی‌کنیم، تنهایی پشت ماست.»

“oh well, i think, eating the last of the fish, wondering whose soul i can taste smoking down my stomach, and if anyone has eaten mine yet.”

“. . . i couldn’t tell where his voice ended and mine began, and where mine ended and the river began and where the river ended and my blood began. but i have forgotten that song.”