"The billboards, giant screens, marquees are off like a giant plug was ripped out its socket. No cash on me, only a bundle of heroin and a useless Metrocard."

What a strange land this is / I don't remember the names of the birds

"Sometimes, when you live through hard times with loved ones—people you think you know best—old layers of their personalities begin to peel away and from underneath, shines through a new skin."

I was looking for a trace, a whiff, a rumor—anything that would bring alive the greatest guitarist you’d never heard about.

the white labyrinth of love moved my flesh / and grew the time of guilt

like destiny, in the dusk of the wind

Which hand sowed the ashes / where the ancestor planted life