Inevitable.

Tonight, sitting square between my mother and my best friend, retelling the story of my aunt who became a sort of intellectual Marilyn Monroe. The blond hair and roots, button down shirts, leather bound books and leather bound chairs, with a pipe between her Chanel lipsticked lips. I realized that I am headed on a short course toward that approximate spot, with the addition of eventual parthenogenesis.

After all this time, what should have been said:

We should have wanted to skip to the last page- and throw down the book. We shouldn't have felt we could trust the future as we did. We were in no hurry because we knew we shouldn't get tired; and when two people feel that about each other they must live together- or part. I don't see what else than can do.

Border Trilogy

"He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower."