Why would you stick someone you love down in a lonely hole in the dirt? Where it's cold, and dirty, and full of bugs?

Who can judge the judge?

the wheel of fate crushes us all

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick.

I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.