in the end we’re left infinitely and utterly alone.

klausyxcarebear “Loneliness Stefan, that’s why you and I memorialise our dead. There’s the briefest of moments before we kill where we literally hold their life in our hands and then we rip it away and we’re left with nothing. So gathering other people’s letters or writing their names on a wall is a reminder that in the end we’re left infinitely and utterly alone.”