bunker diaries pt. 5

10.17. Perched on a rock outside the bunker. Arthur Miller arrived in the world on this day in 1915. The sandstorms have finally passed. Last night the trainee came to my quarters. I told her this was highly irregular, after which I kissed her lightly on the lips. I soon came to my senses and sent her away. I am filled with self-loathing.

10.18. My quarters. Chuck Berry and Klaus Kinski: born on the same date. A long time ago I had a wife and a child. They died in the war. In my mind the war is a line behind which my memories lie fallow. Now there is only what happened after that line, which admittedly is not much. But I can only concern myself with that.

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