“Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story [...] But this too is true: stories can save us [...] In a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world."
– Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried
if love is as love does, then it’s the way that you waver and waffle around while the world turns, never waits, as i’m waiting my turn in line to see the signs;
i drive by the same dead deer every day,
The worm will stir and burrow down into the damp and black;