Fox

“It may not be dying we fear so much, but the diminished self.”
― Arthur W. Frank, The Wounded Storyteller: Body, Illness, and Ethics

“And no one ever told me about the laziness of grief. Except at my job—where the machine seems to run on much as usual—I loathe the slightest effort.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

“Cut one off, or cut both off simultaneously. Either way, mustn’t the conversation stop?”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

“Most / of those he interviewed for the science project had to admit they did not hear the cries of the roses / being burned alive in the noonday sun. Like horses, Geryon would say helpfully, / like horses in war. No, they shook their heads./ Why is grass called blades? he asked them. Isn’t it because of the clicking? / They stared at him. You should be / interviewing roses not people, said the science teacher. Geryon liked this idea. / The last page of his project / was a photograph of his mother's rosebush under the kitchen window. / Four od the roses were on fire. / They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets / and howling colossal intimacies / from the back of their fused throats.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red