Markus Zusak

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die.

Sometimes I arrive too early. I rush, and some people cling longer to life than expected.

Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Lets not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds

why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from? Which brings me to my next point. Its the leftover humans. The survivors. Theyre the ones I cant stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail

When I glanced back at the plane, the pilots open mouth appeared to be smiling. A final dirty joke. Another human punch line.

First the colors.

Then the humans.

Thats usually how I see things.

Or at least, how I try.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT
You are going to die.

A SMALL THEORY
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and
ends, but to me its quite clear that a day merges through a
multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing
moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different
colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.
In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.

why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from?

Which brings me to my next point.

Its the leftover humans.

The survivors.

Theyre the ones I cant stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.

SOME OTHER SMALL FACTS
Sometimes I arrive too early.
I rush,
and some people cling longer
to life than expected.