Status Updates From Un détail mineur

"I get to the big window, through which I see how mercilessly the wind is pulling at the grasses and trees, shaking their branches in every direction, while the leaves tremble and writhe back and forth, nearly ripping off as the wind viciously toys with them. And the plants simply don’t resist. They just surrender to the fact of their fragility, that the wind can do what it wishes with them"

"Besides, sometimes it’s inevitable for the past to be forgotten, especially if the present is no less horrific"