Status Updates From Grenzgänger : Roman

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;

"He drew slowly on the cigarette. He studied the rising smoke. As if in its slow uncoiling lay the lineaments of the history he told. Dream or memory or builded stone. He tapped the ash into the bowl"

My man McCarthy best chill, got me fanboying over fine prose at 130 in the am