#109

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? I’ve seen things, angel. There are guerilla armies that make little boys kill their own families. Such acts rip out the soul and make space for beasts to grow inside. […] And the worst is, it’s almost impossible to retrieve a soul that has been ripped away.

Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

#108

Quatre hommes qui parlaient, quatre hommes qui se retrouvaient parfois, avec amitié, pour se raconter des histoires. Quatre hommes qui laissaient sur les nappes de petites traces de vie. Et rien de plus.

Nuit Mozambique

Four men who would talk, four men who would meet once in a while, in friendship, to tell each other stories. Four men who would leave on the tablecloths little traces of life. And nothing more.