On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
To bake a cake in the eye of a storm; to feed yourself sugar on the cusp of danger.
When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?
To love something, then, is to name it after something so worthless it might be left untouched—and alive. A name, thin as air, can also be a shield.