“some like to imagine a cosmic mother watching through a spray of stars,mouthing 'yes, yes' as we toddle towards the light,biting her lip of we teeter at some ledge. longingto sweep us to her breast, she hopes for the best.”

“[...] the body is what we lean toward,tensing as it darts, dancing away.but it's the voice that enters us. evensaying nothing. even saying nothingover and over absently to itself”

“we like to think of it as parallel to what we knowonly bigger. one man against the authorities.or one man against a city of zombies. one manwho is not, in fact, a man, sent to understandthe caravan of men now chasing him like red antslet loose down the pants of america. man on the run.”

“the hoursplink past like water from a window a/c. we sweat it out, teach ourselves to wait. silently, lazily, collapse happens.”

“while the father storms through adjacent roomsranting with the force of kingdom come,not caring anymore what might snap us in its jaw”

“listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming, marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns.silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappearsdisappears as if returning somewhere.”

“time never stops, but does it end? and how many livesbefore take-off, before we find ourselves beyond ourselves, all glam-glow, all twinkle and gold?”