Without the light, no chance; without the dark, no dance.

“Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.”

“I didn't want him to become gray and multi-dimensional and complicated like eve…”

“I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footin…”

“You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two…”