“I wanted something for myself that was alive, and therefore dying; something snarling, fierce and unpredictably tender. Something that, yes, would rot away, because that is the way of all things that grow. That, even after everything, I wanted her... I had crept from my years long sleep beneath the earth into the hot sun, and I must sing.” -- Marianne, about Héloïse, from 'A Thread To Follow' by Shorts84















