Even if the people you knew in your lost years emerge intact, there's a sense in which you never see them again. You can't. Either they metamorphose and leave their toxic carapace behind, or they don't make it. Rephrase that: Either you metamorphose and leave your toxic carapace behind, or you don't make it. Do it again: Either I metamorphosed and left my toxic carapace behind, or I didn't make it.''
John Darnielle • This Year: 365 Songs Annotated: A Book of Days










