Chris S.

“Gravity is underrated. It gives us something to fight against.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere

“When each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“Writing you this, I can feel a dewclaw pushing through the skin an inch above my thumb. I’ll sign this letter with a muddy paw. Since you’ve been gone I’ve grown a little wilder every day, like a dog on one of those abandoned farms out in the scrub-pine country between the rivers. I’m living in just one room of the house, I’ve turned it into a lair. I wake there by the bones of my last meal. I’m eating rare steaks, loving the taste of blood. Yesterday, grabbling in the creek, I caught six redhorse with my hands and ate them for supper. Late in the afternoon I sit out back and watch the woods creep closer to the house. Rabbits come up into the grass. They watch me warily, know I can’t be trusted. Tomorrow or the next day I may pounce and bolt one squealing, beating heart and all, snapping his bones between my teeth. I walk in the woods at night and strange scents curling from folds of wind stir whines and whimperings in my throat. If you don’t come home soon I know I’ll range farther and farther off into my woodsy dreams. When you do return, you’ll find the grass knee-high around the house, the doors all open, chewed bits of fur and feathers in the bedroom, bones buried in your bedroom slippers. I will have taken up with some skinny, yellow-eyed bitch from the woods. By late summer, lovers parked by cattle bars will swear they saw me running with wild dogs that drag down sheep and cattle between the rivers.”
― Silas House, Every Leaf a Mirror: A Jim Wayne Miller Reader