For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever. Wednesday, 31 August 2011. I stood upon the ruins of what was once a city;. Warsaw is nothing more than a mere wisp of a memory now,. As it was not, ever since they had arrived. I stared at what was once a home, that curiously belonged to me. As if such trifles mattered any more. I stood upon the mounds of men,. Of what was once a living, breathing person and many, many more,. Now strewn away, frozen and stiff,. And yet still hauntingly alive,.