“The intervening years are sucked down these acheronian halls like light into a black hole while you helplessly teeter upon the event horizon, where time is measured by the beating of a fly's wing in the stagnant air.”
“If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.”
“Two arguing geeks were stoppable. Three arguing geeks created an infinite argument vortex of doom that sucked time down like a black hole.”
“We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.”
“As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.”
“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still”