When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay. — Brian W. Aldiss
I look at that picture of Vivian and wonder how I could have never thought that life would turn out the way it has for me.
For the worse.
I don’t understand it. I don’t get it.
I never will.
