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

“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?”

“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.”

“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.”

“from time to time, i think of him watching mefrom over the top of his glasses, or eating candyfrom a jar. i remember thanking him each timethe session was done. but mostly what i seeis a human hand reaching down to lifta pebble from my tongue”

“[...] 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”

“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.”