From Here to the Great Unknown

by Lisa Marie Presley

In his poem “Binsey Poplars (felled 1879),” Gerard Manley Hopkins writes of that set of chopped-down trees, “After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.”

He was respectful, though—he wasn’t rude to people, he wasn’t an angry person, he didn’t live there. Some people full-on live in destruction, others buy some real estate and walk around in anger for a little while. My dad would just visit.

“Don’t kill your best friend,” he said. Words of wisdom.

my God, somebody else feels this way?

the only way out is through.

“There’s a point. Keep going.”