The Unquiet

for deseg,

because I am not me without you

“T
he road to death is a long march beset with all evils, and the heart fails little by little at each new terror, the bones rebel at each step, the mind sets up its own bitter resistance and to what end? The barriers sink one by one, and no covering of the eyes shuts out the landscape of disaster, nor the sight of crimes committed there.”

—Katherine Anne Porter,
Pale Horse, Pale Rider