Jan 26, 2016
On a balcony, at the brilliant sea where all rivers meet, a voice spoke to me and said, "These things have just got to be. I don't know why." And I said, "Here's to the freeway flasher! Here's to the desperate dasher. Guard him. Keep him from crashing, on his tear. I know you think you miss him. I know you think you knew him, but you were passing through him. Light as air he's leaving. There... he's gone.
Black Nemo by Okkervil River