Loopier than a snake in a garden hose. - Malcolm Azania

Violence in the air like the stench of gasoline.

I know I’m not the same man I was eight days ago.
And I know it’s time to find out who I am.

It’s a special kind of hugging, the kind where deep down you’re facing the unspoken fact that this’s the last time you’re gonna hold somebody, and so you make your cells hold on, make em drink in somebody’s scent and texture, so you can keep em with you after the world has taken em away.