this is a wilderness

Don’t let the cover fool you. Don’t let the words work their spells. The truth never sticks to the telling. The world is always more than you can know. Maps and legends and scaled down wholes. The road is only a coincidence when you’re driving in the dark. This is the heart of the story, all salt and woe. This is a wilderness.

A life is meant to be read aloud, all the living left on, lips tongue and tooth eager and aware. The words fall flat, and the slow circling begins. Days gone gray, nights grown cruel, age only an inevitable effect. No belle of the ball, no cock of the walk, no respite or earthly blessing. Just fate’s heavy right hand and fanned out electromagnetism, the soul lost in the depths of the lie. 

The fool loses before the game’s begun. The fool falls down as if in play. When the way of the fool becomes the way of the world, oblivion takes the day. Save your shitheel plans and your idiot prayers. This is a wilderness: you will be devoured.