Detached Love by Shauba Chang Memories are always far more assuring, Susan Sontag explained, because they are no longer able to intimidate us.
Once Again, When We Are Alive Our peace was in the cemetery, we walked through all the stones with their real and fake flowers; we fixed the fallen vases, and sat under the tree in the middle of the graveyard. Reading short stories, in your book half chewed by a mice.
