The White Stripes blur and ease my mind. When all that's left is a single line, instead of this confusion. And I'm not certain of the way it was. And I'm not certain of what I could have done. Oh but I wonder if it had been enough. . . .I stop the car and close my eyes, and I can see his face but it takes a while. And it feeds me like the morning light: slow and unfocused."
---What I Know, Parachute.
