he kept building everything up and burning it down . sheltered by the bank of snow , he crept back some twenty meters behind the automobile , then walked out on the road . he smells of soap , despite our flight from the burning city and our days in the swamp . god , she needed more of him . its like a bloody greenhouse in here and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth . ill make sure everythings all right . i had the experience of an eleven-year-old . 