Death to everyone

 

Detail of the Trees facing the palace where Nuremberg Trials were hosted.
Whitnesses.
I rubbed and scratched my hands on their bark until I had myself bleeding.
A collective sense of Guilt may not be enough.
We Failed memory and History again.
History will repeat itself, unfortunally it's a thing we're good at. It may be the thing we do best.
There will never any peace for the ones who here represented a nation.
I'm just so happy Death will come for everyone.

Monkey Puzzle Tree

We raced among the Trees, knowing We could even fall faster (me).

We looked away from the Trees.
We woke up into brilliant sunshine, in a street of temples (J.G.Ballard)