Aaron Heinsman

“I smell you off him, she screamed, he stinks of bitch.”
― Samuel Beckett

“Everything becomes... too late, finally. You know it's going on... up on the hill; you can see the dust, and hear the cries, and the steel... but you wait; and time happens. When you do go, sword, shield... finally... there's nothing there... save rust; bones; and the wind.”
― Edward Albee, A Delicate Balance