he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertipsโฆher hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.
Gabriel Garcia MarquezHe was weary of the uncertainty of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez