Richard Silken

“Even if you don't believe in god or fate, at least you can believe in narrative.”

“Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this - swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say 'Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.”

“I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story. But you are my nomad and I love you sideways daily. Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.”