...the hearts gone bubonic with jealousy and greed, glinting through the vests and sweaters of anyone at all.

“All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only appro…”

“A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirl…”

“But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?”

“you don’t know won’t hurt you. A dubious maxim: sometimes what you don’t know c…”