I will seduce you with my awkwardness

The shadows of the smallest stones lay like pencil lines across the sand and the shapes of the men and their mounts advanced elongate before them like strands of the night from which they’d ridden, like tentacles to bind them to the darkness yet to come.

Cormac McCarthy, “Blood Meridian”

I’m in need of love and forgiveness¬†

I’m in need of someplace to call home

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it’s noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin